Page 64 of Weatherman

I pulled his cut and the shirt over his head, and he raised his arms to accommodate the action. He resumed kissing me as soon as it was off and didn’t care when I dropped both articles to the floor.

“I should be taking care of you, babe.”

“Please, Bryce, let me do this my way.”

“Okay, sweetheart. You let me know what you need. Got it?”

I reached to undo his jeans, then pushed them down. “Got it.”

He let me touch him and kiss him wherever I wanted. I ran my hands over his chest and traced the swimmer’s muscles with my fingers. His nipples were flat brown circles that I discovered were sensitive. I teased him with my tongue before sucking one in my mouth and heard him groan in response. Reaching lower, I cupped him through his dark gray boxer briefs.

“Fuck, Opal!” he gasped as I stroked his hard length through the cloth. His erection grew as I followed its outline, and a bead of moisture made a spot.

In my past life, I’d have been pushed to my knees by now. Bryce didn’t do anything more than stand in front of me trembling as I caressed and teased him. Now and then, he would take a sharp breath and grit his teeth. It was intoxicating to find that I had a choice and more control than I’d ever had before.

It turned me on. Big-time.

I led him to the bed and pushed him down to lie on his back. There was no headboard, so he placed his hands flat on the wall.

I hadn’t dressed for seduction or pleasure but for work: jeans, a black ribbed Henley shirt, plain beige bra, and panties. I quickly added my clothes to his on the floor. He didn’t move orprotest as I mounted him, sliding my core along his thick shaft. It felt good, so I did it again and again.

He writhed under me as if in pain. “Baby, I’m gonna finish before you get started if you keep that up.”

I lifted off him, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

“Were you that close to coming?”

His eyes met mine, but he kept his hands where they were. “Yes, I was. I’ve been wanting this for a long time, and I hope I don’t mess it up.”

“You’re not going to mess up.”

“I will if I come first. I really want to make this good for you, babe.”

“Do you have condoms?” was my throaty answer.

He flicked a finger to the nightstand drawer. “Should be some in there, but they’ve been in there a while. Not a bad idea to check the expiration date.”

I smiled at the Trojan Magnum box. Yes, they were old but still good. I tore one open and rolled it over his erection, noticing he had a slight curve. He bit his lip as the latex stretched down his length. He was still rock hard in my hand.

“I want to be on top for this first time. Are you okay with me doing that?”

“Yeah, baby. I’m good.”

I straddled him once more, planting my knees at his hips and settling over him. He reached for my hips to help me balance as I took his length in my hand and brought it to my opening.

“You sure about this, baby? Once we do this, there’s no going back.”

“I’m surer about this than I’ve ever been about anything.”

I lowered myself onto him, slowly taking him inside and stretching around him. It had been a long time for me, and he was not a small man. It took me a while to work down on him, lifting and sliding, but he didn’t lunge or force me to go faster.I watched as his jaw clenched and unclenched as he fought to control himself. When he was fully seated inside me, I stopped moving and rested. He pushed himself into a sitting position so we faced each other, touching almost shoulder to shoulder.

His eyes were on mine, and the intensity in them kept me locked in that gaze. Every sense was open. I heard our breaths come together in sync. His hardness flexed inside me, and I gripped him back. My hand came to his chest to feel his heartbeat, and he did the same, placing his palm just over my breast. Our pulses aligned themselves together as they combined into one.

This connection between us was more than physical. There was a depth to this intimacy that opened up to more—so much more that I couldn’t fathom how far it could go.

He flexed again, and I responded, this time with a whimper in my throat. There was no need for frantic pounding, thrusting, or pumping until one of us came. It was building slow and sure and steady.

Another flex.

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