Page 174 of The Best of Us

When I held on to him, his quad muscles immediately and visibly flexed before my eyes. The flames from the fire threw shadows across his gorgeous, rock-hard body as I leaned in, ready to take him.

I licked the head of his crown, then dragged my tongue along the side of his thick length, unsure how he fit in me last time. And it’d be a tight fit tonight after seventeen years.

Wow. Literally, seventeen to the day.

He tangled his hand in my hair as I opened my mouth and slid my lips over him. Nowhere near a perfect fit since he was so big, but at his snarling and groaning, he seemed to be enjoying it just fine.

“Stop. Stoppp,” he ordered not even a minute later, a string of Italian words spilling from his lips before he urged me to back off. “Screw my ego. I can’t last with your mouth around my cock, and I’m not ready to get off.” He had me on my feet and on the bed within seconds.

We hadn’t had theprotection talk,and I was sure he’d come prepared with a condom in case that was what I wanted, but it wasn’t.

“I want nothing between us,” I said as he braced himself on his forearms over me. “I want you to come inside me.”

His nostrils flared as he peered into my eyes. “I was hoping you’d say that.” He kissed me, and I rotated my hips, anxious to feel him. “You can give me that first.”

My heart swelled at his words, at what he was letting me know.

“It’s going to hurt.” He brought his lips to my forehead, then to my temple, reverent and tender.

I clutched his arms to prepare for his thrust, knowing it’d be painful.

“The idea of hurting you hurts me,” he whispered, his lips trailing to my other temple, then to my nose, then to my lips.

“It’ll be so worth a few seconds of pain. Can’t enjoy the rainbow if you don’t?—”

“Have the rain,” he finished for me, his voice deep and raspy.

I let go of his arm to reach between us and guide him to my center. “Now, are you going to make love to your wife, or what?”

A grin stretched across his face. “Yes, ma’am.”

I swallowed, and he pushed inside me in one fast, deep stroke.

A gasp tore from my lips as he stretched me. Our first time together flashed through my mind as he began moving, gliding in and out, his body commanding mine.

“Are you okay?” he asked, softening his tempo. He kissed the edge of my eye where a tear had slipped free.

“Incredible. Otherworldly. Amazing,” I singsonged, my heart, mind, and body aligned in dizzying ecstasy. “You?”

“All of those things and more,” he replied, his breath hot against my skin.

As my body adjusted, the ache giving way to pleasure, I began moving with him, need clawing at me.

A hot, frenzied hunger exploded inside me.

I locked my heels at his back and moved harder and faster, desperate for more. More of him. More of us, together as one.

“You’re going to kill my ego again,” he groaned. “You keep moving like that, and I’m going to come, and I won’t even be sorry about it happening so fast. All your fault.”

“Mm. I’ll happily take the blame.” I rocked against him, teetering on the edge. “Come with me,” I begged. “Now.” I panted the demand again as my orgasm built, my body tightening around him. Then I lost control, my scream of, “Now, now, nowwwww,” muffed against his chest where I buried my face.

He cursed, grunted, and came just as hard.

We spent our night like that.

Naked. Sweaty. Wrapped in each other’s arms.

Not making up for lost time, just having the time of our lives.

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