Page 28 of Tell Me Again
He grabbed his wallet from his back pocket before unbuttoning his jeans and lowering them and his boxers to the floor.
A tiny moan escaped her lips at the sight of him. He chuckled, took a condom from his wallet, and then bent over her again. She was so damn ready, but Trevor didn’t seem to be in a hurry. How could he not be in a hurry?
Instead he used his hands and his mouth to show her his other talents, and she was suddenly grateful for the years it had taken to get here. She was old enough, experienced enough to realize what a gift this was, the need and longing and being with someone who was determined to wring out every bit of pleasure from her. Only when she was arching and panting underneath him did he slip on the condom and slide into her.
She gasped at the feel of it, and he stilled above her. “Am I hurting you?” he whispered, his voice a rough whisper.
“No. It’s...”
Everything.
But she said, “It’s good.” She wrapped her legs around his hips and they moved together. He was far from her first, but this felt new. Moving with Trevor was more than a physical act. It felt like her soul and his were joined. She was too old for silly, girlish expectations of sex, so she put them out of her mind and gave herself over to the now. Here with him. With every one of her nerve endings thrilling with each thrust.
And when she lost herself in his arms, she tried very hard to ignore the fact that beneath the mind-blowing release was the pressure of her heart, beating in a way it hadn’t for over a decade. Only one man had ever touched the very center of her, and she was afraid she’d just given him the power to once again break her heart.
