Page 71 of Love at a Funeral and Other Awkward Conversations

That registers, and I roll my eyes.

He smirks against the underside of my breast. “You jealous?”

I’m unrepentant. “Yes.”

His eyes flare a possession that makes my skin erupt with goose bumps, and he settles his hands on either side of my head. “What’re you gonna do about it?”

Taking his cock in hand, I rub the head over my wet entrance. “Tell you that I’m on birth control, but it’s been a really long time for me. Like, so long, I’m a little worried it’ll hurt.”

Vince’s brows furrow. “I’d rather cut off my own dick than hurt you.” He ducks his head, leaving an openmouthed kiss on the slope of my shoulder then another under my ear. “Guide me in. We’ll go slow, and you’ll tell me if it’s too much, yeah?”

He kisses me, plying me to relax, before winding his arm under my leg, positioning me when I notch him inside. With a crooked and reassuring smile, he gently pushes in farther then retreats, waiting after each stroke for me to adjust.

He fills me so deliciously full that I can hardly breathe, and he must know because he presses his forehead to mine. “Breathe, sweetheart.” And I do, allowing him to completely seat himself in me. “How’s it feel?”

I fist the comforter below, starting to swivel my hips. “Good,” I tell him. “So good.”

He rests on his forearms, bringing us chest to chest, belly to belly, using shallow thrusts as he still holds my leg up. To help, I fit my hand between us, stroking my swollen clit, feel how slippery we are together, how desperate I am for him.

He practically growls, proud of me. “Attagirl.”

Then he really takes off, hitting me exactly right, his muscles tensing with effort, his skin sweating from work. It’s so fucking sexy, the way he’s breathing and arching his back. He’s doing this for me. Making it good for me. Taking care of me.

“Oh god,” I whimper. “Never. It’s never been like this.” I squeeze my eyes shut. “Feels like…” I lick my lips, not quite able to put it into words. “I’m dying.”

He agrees with a ragged hum, occasionally licking and sucking at my throat and the tops of my breasts. “You were worth the wait,” he murmurs into my shoulder, almost like he didn’t mean to say that out loud. But then he traces the shell of my ear with the tip of his tongue. “When you come, I want you to open your eyes and look at me. You understand?”

I do, and I nod.

“I want to see everything inside you. I want all of you.”

I don’t know how he does it. Makes me feel like I’m enough, and I blink my eyes to him, so that he can see me.

I want him to see me. All the good and bad, even the macerated thing currently working hard to survive inside my chest.

Vince reminds me of what I’ve been missing. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a man, and I need not only this release, but I need him.

It’s with that thought that I fall off the edge, making sure to keep my eyes open, letting him in.

“That’s it,” he rasps, “give it all to me. Give everything to me, and I’ll take care of you.”

With one last thrust, he stills and lowers his weight on top of me, before rolling us so I’m on top of him. I don’t hesitate to bury my head in his throat, and he tightens his hold on me, pecking kisses over my hair, ear, and shoulder.

After a minute, we disentangle from each other, and I help myself to his bathroom, cleaning up. By the time I return, he’s back in his boxer briefs, and drinks and snacks are on the bed: two bottles of water along with a banana and a protein bar.

“Gotta replenish our energy,” he says, and I can’t quite swallow my laugh. “Come on.” He tips his head to his bed, but before I hop on the mattress, I open one of his drawers. “What are you looking for?”

“T-shirt.”

“Second drawer.”

I find one and slip it over my head. It barely covers my bits, though Vince’s grin is downright lascivious.

After we split the banana and protein bar, he tucks me into his side, and I drape my arm around his waist, laying my head on his chest. His heartbeat is strong under my ear.

I briefly wonder how I could get it on audio, make it my ringtone, maybe download it to my Spotify. I think I need proof of life now.

“I, uh…didn’t expect that,” he says after a while, and I huff out a laugh. He kisses the top of my head. “Do you want to talk about it now?”

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