I leaned forward and lifted his lips to mine, sinking into him and pulling him toward me as I moved backward onto the bed and he lowered himself carefully onto me. I reached to unbuckle his belt and undo the button on his shorts. He was way ahead of me, pushing them down and throwing them on the floor.
“Ah, so you do sometimes forego neatness,” I said.
“When I’m with a hot, half-naked woman? Yeah. And speaking of which, you’re not nearly naked enough,” he said, drawing my dress gingerly up over my head. He reached around my back and unclasped my bra, pulling the straps over my shoulders. I’d never imagined him seeing me like that and I fought the instinct to cross my arms across my chest.
I met his eyes, expecting him to lighten the mood with humor but instead he was gazing at me like he was overcome with emotion. He’d looked at me with many different expressions over the years, but never this way.
I eased his boxer shorts down and wrapped my hand around his erection, aware of a change in his breathing as I rubbed my hand slowly back and forth along the shaft, feeling it get even harder in my hand.
He shifted to lay down next to me and ran a hand over the contours of my cheek, down along my jawbone, but I could tell he was working hard to keep his breathing under control. He buried his lips in my neck and let out a long sigh. “Oh. Hannah,” he said, his eyes closed. Then he rolled toward me, pulling a pillow under my head, his body hovering over mine while he watched my face.
“Before we overthink it?” he asked, smiling.
“Who, me?”
“Well, you, actually. I’m not even sure I can tell you my own name.”
I laughed. “Oh, we’re way past overthinking. I’m gonna need full on therapy tomorrow. But fuck it.” I reached for my purse, where I’d stashed a couple condoms, and pulled one from the inside pocket. He ripped open the foil and rolled it on, his eyes never leaving mine.
“I’m not going to think about why you have condoms in your purse…”
“C’mere,” said, pulling him closer, loving the feeling of his weight on top of me as he teased me with the tip, stoking my desire to have him inside me. First desire. Then desperation. Then my hands were wrapped across his back, my nails digging in, when he finally entered. His moan matched my own at the gorgeous feeling of connection.
He moved slowly, gently, taking his time. I could feel the build to a second orgasm and I ran my nails down his back and found his lips again. He began a series of deeper thrusts, claiming his own ecstasy that began to seem indecipherable from mine. The rest was a blur of pleasure and heat and not wanting him to stop.
Please and thank you.
Later, when we lay there together, not needing to talk because it was us and we were good with the quiet between us, Josh reached for my hand. He brought it to his lips and I closed my eyes. And that was how I fell asleep.