Page 53 of Out of the Gold

My eyes lock on his fingers and I open my mouth. Sucking, I taste. They’re tangier than his lips were before, but not in an unpleasant way.

“See?”

I whisper, “I do.”

He removes his fingers from my mouth and situates my body flat on the towel he had laid down. Reaching over, he grabs a foil packet from the side table and rolls on the condom.

It’s now or never. Last chance to change my mind. My breathing spikes.

I focus on the most gorgeous naked man I’ve ever seen. Well, the only entirely naked man I’ve ever seen, but he’s perfect. Honest. Trustworthy. Wonderful. I take a deep breath and spread my legs wider.

He braces his weight on his hands and kisses me again for a long while. He lowers his body and the tip of him comes into contact with my clit. A familiar zing rushes through my body.

I moan. “Yes, Charles. Yes!”

He smiles, but it’s more of a pained smile. “I’m debating whether I should go slow or fast. I don’t want to hurt you.”

My head knows this will hurt, but my body doesn’t care. “I trust you.”

At my words, he groans. “Melody, you’re perfect.”

His tip pushes against my entrance, slowly. My body accepts him and adjusts to his intrusion. A very welcome intrusion. Above me, Charles clenches his jaw, and sweat covers his brow. My arms slip up his back, encouraging him to continue. Which he does.

He pushes inside further, moving with deliberate speed. The full feeling morphs into something more.

Raw.

I catch my breath and he stops moving. We remain locked like this for a few heartbeats.

His lips crash down on mine again, his tongue seeking and gaining entrance into my mouth. He pulls back. “I’m sorry.” He pushes forward and seats himself deep within my body.

Blinding pain sears through me. Oh, shit. This hurts. Tears leak from my eyes and trail down the side of my face. Charles’s tongue captures them.

“Sorry, so sorry,” he repeats as I struggle to adjust to my new normal.

He’s kissing me when the pain recedes a bit. Tentatively, my tongue reaches out and licks the seam of his lips. My fingers cup his stubbled jaw and the kiss deepens.

Pain and budding excitement war within my body. Charles’s mouth retreats a fraction as I struggle to regain my composure. Inches away from me, he asks, “How are you doing, Goldie?”

My eyes meet his, his pupils so dilated that I can barely see any blue. We stare at each other even as our bodies are connected.

In that moment, I realize the pain has diminished quite a bit. I lift my head and kiss him. “I’m good.” I move my hips a fraction. “I’m good.”

His lids slam shut over his eyes. Without moving at all, his breathing increases. In a strangled voice, he whispers, “I need to move. I’ll be gentle.”

I brace myself for the renewed pain and squeeze my eyes shut. “Go ahead.”

Instead of covering my lips again, his lips trace the shell of my ear. He plucks at my nipple, which causes a chain reaction within my body. A thrill reignites.

As if in slow motion, Charles pulls back and pushes forward within me.

The sensation is not at all unpleasant. He repeats it, and my first impression is confirmed. Slow and steady, he plunders my body as his lips return to mine. Tender kisses.

A restlessness grows within me. I want something . . . more. I’m not sure what I need. For the first time, I deepen our kiss, extending my tongue to his. In response, he kisses me as if I were the air he breathes.

I find myself moving in time with his thrusts, picking up my leg and hooking it around his butt. My arms go around his midsection and I squeeze. His tempo accelerates, and his hand slides up and down my leg.

The only noises are our lovemaking. Our hips rustle the bed coverings. Panted breaths, coming faster and faster. Sweat beads across my forehead and down his back. He’s driving into me now, harder than ever before, and my body craves his touch.

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