Page 84 of Taming Waves

He looks at me with hesitation.

“I’ve been on the pill for years.”

He swallows hard. “Are you sure?”

I nod. “I want to feel all of you.”

That’s all the assurance he needs. He comes over on top of me, then reaches and slides the head of his erection against my slick, swollen entrance and groans. He pushes into me slowly, and then he thrusts leisurely as he makes love to me, kissing my forehead, my eyes, and my nose, driving me wild. I want him to go faster, but he takes his time.

When I can no longer stand it, I demand, “Harder, Parker. I’m close. I need it harder.”

He dips his head and bites my nipple through my shirt, and I buck off the bed.

He grins. “Patience. You feel so good wrapped around me. I don’t want to rush it.”

I bring my legs up and lock them around his waist, and I start rocking my hips faster and faster. He finally gives in and begins drilling into me until my toes curl as the orgasm shoots up my spine. I scream his name, and my fingernails sink into his sides as he arches his back, filling me with his release.

We lay here naked, his arms holding me tightly against his sweaty chest. Our hearts beat in rhythm. I’m not sure where we go from here; there’s so much to say, but I can’t find the right words. I love him. Even if I can’t say it out loud, there’s no denying that I feel it. It’s palpable, flowing between us like an electric current. Is it enough? Can love bridge the divide between who we were and who we are now? I want so badly to believe that it can because getting over him was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, and I don’t think I have the strength to do it again. I don’t want to do it again.

His hand drifts lazily over my bare skin until my eyelids grow heavy. I allow myself to drift off, knowing that whatever tomorrow brings, we will face it together.

Parker

Iwake up to a bright light. Rolling over, I see that the curtains on the large windows by Audrey’s little reading nook are wide open. I grab the pillow from behind my head and pull it over my face.

“What are you doing?” she asks, her voice groggy.

I peek from beneath the pillow and see her lying against me, her wild hair splayed out on my chest.

“Trying to keep from being blinded. You need some shades on those windows,” I grumble.

“I like the sun to wake me up in the morning,” she mumbles.

“You work until three, sometimes four. Don’t you ever sleep in?”

“I have something for that. Top drawer of the nightstand.”

I toss the pillow aside and open the drawer. Reaching inside, I pull out a silicone-covered pink wand with a flexible tip. Audrey’s eyes go wide, and she lunges for the toy. It begins to vibrate as we wrestle for it.

“I didn’t mean that. I was talking about the sleep mask,” she squeals as I get her onto her back.

“Oh, I bet this comes in handy during those late nights too,” I say.

She grins. “Very handy.”

I lean up and turn the bottom of the device, and the intensity of the vibration increases. I run it over one of her nipples, and she gasps.

“You like that?”

She bites her lip and nods. I bend down and lick the other bud as I roll the vibrator over it again, and she moans.

“Oh, this is going to be fun,” I murmur against her skin.

I kiss my way down her stomach, dipping my tongue into her belly button. Then, I raise my head and watch her as I slide the wand up her inner thigh and bring it to her clit. Her eyes close, and her back arches off the bed. I keep circling the sensitive bundle of nerves as I crawl back up her body. Her hips move as I slide the tip through her wetness and back up. I grow hard, watching her writhe as I play. She growls her disapproval when I pull it away. I lift her from the mattress and move under her, sitting against the headboard.

“Ride me, baby,” I say as I guide her legs over my hips.

She comes up onto her knees and reaches between us. Taking my throbbing erection in her hand, she guides it to her entrance and sinks down on my length.

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