Wet

She lifts up so she’s leaning on her elbows like she needs a better view of my slacks coming off. She bites her lip and I notice the sharp rise and fall of her chest.

I take my time unzipping my fly and she starts waving her hand at me.

“Come on now . . . hurry up! Do you know how long I’ve waited for this? I finally get to see if that bad boy is everything I’ve dreamed of.”

“Should I feel objectified? I’m sensing that you only want me for my cock.”

“Well, no that’s not entirely true,” she says with a wink.

With my fly undone, I lower my slacks slowly as I watch her eyes grow wide.

She lets out a low whistle. “Praise the Lord and baby Jesus!”

I choke back a laugh. The Lord and baby Jesus being mentioned in reference to my cock is a first for me, but I don’t mind when she looks so excited. It’s like she’s about to get on a brand new ride at Disneyland. I’m going to buckle her in and show her that this ride was worth the wait.

Looping my fingers under where her panties are clinging to her hips, I pull down. My breath catches when I finally see her bare. When I rub my hands up her legs, she opens them, welcoming me.

I gaze at her smile and the way her cheeks are glowing pink. She’s glorious. “Oh damn, Elle, you’re so beautiful.”

She lets out a long sigh. “You’re beautiful, too. If you’re half as amazing in bed as you’re good looking, I’m never going to let you go.”

I join her on the bed and pull her into my arms. I love kissing this woman, and now skin-to-skin, with my hard cock pressed against her belly, and her hands gliding over my body, it’s perfection.

I do all I can to put off being inside of her, because I know it’s going to be unbelievably intense and I doubt I’ll be able to hold off for long—the first time anyway. The anticipation alone has me on a knife’s edge. So I kiss her long and hard while sliding my fingers between her legs. She trembles with every touch and stroke. She’s the most responsive woman I’ve ever been with and we’re only getting started. I take her nipple between my lips. I tease and suck slow at first but then hard, and she bucks, crying out with pleasure, her hands in my hair pulling me closer.

“Oh please,” she cries when she can’t take it anymore. She pushes my shoulders so I lift up before she points to the nightstand. “The condoms are in there.” Seconds later I’m kneeling between her legs, slowly rolling it on while she watches.

She pouts. “It’s a shame to have to sheathe all that magnificence.”

“One day,” I say, holding back the emotion in my voice, “we won’t.”

I lean over her and she takes my cock in her hand and rubs it against where she’s wet for me. It feels amazing to finally have her under me, moaning and begging for me to take her.

For a fuzzy moment I remember that we need to talk so I can finally tell her everything, but we’re both explosively pent up and the sex train has left the station. . . there’s no stopping this now.

I lift up and kiss her as she strokes me. My lips trail along her jaw until I’m biting her earlobe and working my way back to her sweet lips. My hands glide over her curves so I can memorize every part of her. We already have our own rhythm as if our bodies are doing a slow, erotic dance.

The next time she rubs me against her I push my hips down, my ability to take my time with her falling away from me. I need to be inside of her, finally knowing what it is for her to be completely mine.

Her eyes are full of wonder as she spreads her legs open wider. “This is really going to happen, isn’t it? You want this. I swear I’d given up hope.”

“Never give up on me.” I position myself and begin to push. “I’ve always wanted you . . . I’ve imagined this a thousand times.”

“Only a thousand?” she says with a sly smile as she swivels her hips.

I’m too distracted to smile at her teasing. All of my focus is on working my cock inside of her. It’s so tight, which is only uncomfortable for about three seconds and when her body adjusts, I push further into her and cross the borderline from cautious to elated. Seriously, the feeling once I’m completely inside of her and we begin to move together is life-changing. What is my life that this gorgeous woman who makes me laugh, is also my best friend and my sexual equal? She’s the modern day Eve to my Adam—it’s just us naked, with all the time in the world, and a bed big enough to live on. Does anything else really matter?

“Oh Christ, Elle,” I say in between short, choppy breaths.

She looks transported and already covered with a sheen, while she chants indiscernible outbursts. I love her filthy mouth even more when we’re in bed and she’s going on about how fucking great I’m making her feel. In true Elle form, she doesn’t just grab me, with her other hand she keeps touching her luscious breasts and squeezing them. If her intent is to make me wild, she’s succeeding.

I slowly pull out, and with my next thrust I push her hand away and take over touching her breasts. Her hands move to my ass and she grabs on and grinds up against me. A second later she reaches up and bites me on the shoulder.

I bristle from the sting. “Hey, what’s that for?”

She gives me a wide-eyed look. “How could you deny me this glory all this time? I may never forgive you.”

I stop thrusting and release my grip on her hips so I can tease her back. I look at her with an arched brow. “Is that so? You aren’t going to forgive me? So, this is it?”

Her eyes narrow and her lips press together. “No! I didn’t say that!”

“Okay, then hold on, baby, here we go.”

I’m swept up into my desperate lust and I consume her, my movements more powerful with each thrust as she begs for more. Is she human? I’ve never known a woman who could take it this intense and love it. I’m so turned on I feel like I’m about to implode.

When she starts to come I realize it first from the look in her eyes, wild with lust and a brighter blue. She’s reached that perfect place and I’ve taken her there. As I join her, the adrenaline courses through me, lighting my fuse. Knowing that I love Elle amps every sensation up tenfold and with our final thrusts I explode.

It doesn’t take either of us long to recover. I feel like I’m wrapped in a force field ’cause Elle’s got me plugged in. I wasn’t even sure I’d still have it—two years of abstinence seems like a sure way to lose your game. But with Elle I’m as much of the beast as I used to be, only better because it’s all for her. Hell, I love this woman and I’d do anything to see that sexy, blissful gleam in her eyes. I rub my hand up and down her arm and kiss her shoulder.

“You okay?”

She sighs dramatically and shakes her head. “No, I’m not just okay . . . I’m magnificent . . . I’ve never had sex that intense.” She throws her hands up toward the ceiling and then lets them fall again. “It was epic! I’m just waiting to get the feeling back in my legs so we can fire up round two.”

That’s my girl.

She grins at me while stroking my chest with her fingertips. “You okay with that?”

I shrug. “I suppose we could do it again. There’s no good football games on, anyway.”

She hits me with her pillow before I have time to tackle her. I finally wrestle the pillow out of her hands and tuck it under my head as I lie back.

“So tell me, sexy girl, do you always come like that?”

“Like how?”

“It was pretty wild. All the screaming and writhing . . . the way you were fisting the sheets I thought you were going to rip them apart.”

“Doesn’t everyone get wild?”

I can’t tell if she’s joking or not. “Ah no. Not that wild. That was definitely a first for me.”

She gives me a side-glance. “Did it scare you?”

I laugh. “In a good kind of way. It turned me on.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah, something fierce.”