Page 81 of Quintessentially

“Not on the pill?”

Kandace shakes her head. “They didn’t work last time. And I haven’t had any reason.”

Pulling myself away, I go to the dresser where I left my wallet and hope I have one. If I do, I’m not sure how old it is. When I find the package, I hold it up. “Do these things expire?”

She giggles. “If you knock me up again, I think Justin may hunt you down.”

Making my way back to the bed, I crawl over her and grin. “If I knock you up again, I will be with you, so Justin won’t need to hunt me down.”

Kandace takes the package from my hand and opens it. “Remember, I want to touch you too.”

Slowly, she rolls the condom over my erection until it stops. The slow pace of her actions will be the death of me. I’m afraid I’ll be back to nineteen and the one condom won’t last long.

Licking her pink lips again, she asks, “How many do you have?”

“One. I want to make it count.”

Kandace nods as her tongue darts again to her lips.

My hands frame her cheeks as I bring her lips to mine. Our tongues move together as if we were meant to be as one. Up on my knees, I lay her back and marvel as she spreads her legs, opening herself to me.

“Are you sure?”

Reaching for my hand, Kandace pulls me over her. “I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.”

Inch by inch, I push inside her core. Despite her wetness, her core is like a vise. “You’re so tight. I thought after a child...”

Her giggle fills the air. “First, Molly was a C-section, and second, don’t believe all the rumors you hear.”

I stop and stare into her eyes as concern infiltrates our moment. “Why a C-section?”

“Can we talk about this later?”

“Yeah, you’re right. More pressing matters.” With my gaze on hers, I thrust deep, and she gasps for air. The awkwardness of teenagers and our first time is gone, replaced with familiarity and confidence as we find our rhythm. Wrapping her arms around my neck, Kandace brings her heels to my ass as the pressure within me builds.

I slow my speed, not wanting this to end. I try to think about anything but the utter bliss of being with Kandace again, but I can’t. I’m consumed. We roll as she straddles me until she’s on top, staring down at me. Her hands are on my shoulders as her expression contorts and her breasts bounce before me.

“You’re stunning.”

“I-I’ve never done this. On top.”

My touch runs over her skin along her back and sides as her skin coats with perspiration. “You’re a pro.”

Her grin grows. “I think I like it.”

Up and down, her knees bend as she sheathes me with her core only to pull up and then come back down. It’s as her sounds grow louder and her fingernails threaten my shoulders that I flip her around again.

There’s no stopping this freight train as I pound into her. The old bed squeaks, and the headboard hits the wall. With the pressure building within me, I don’t care if the bed is a pile of kindling by the time we’re done. There’s no stopping. We’re both there on the precipice and ready to free fall from high above the fields and trees as our bodies continue to slap against each other.

Kandace calls out first, but I’m not far behind.

Lights flash behind my eyelids as I pulsate within her, hoping the condom holds while not caring if it doesn’t. Finally, I fall upon her, my chest smashing her breasts as Kandace holds tight to my torso and we both fight to breathe.

When I lift my face, I stare down at the woman I have loved since I was a kid. As I roll and we again become two, I look around the room. “Do you think Grandma Ruth knew this would happen?”

Kandace rolls to her side and holds her head up with her elbow on the mattress. “I think she had it all planned.”

Going into the bathroom, I remove the condom—still intact—and tie it in a knot before throwing it in the trashcan and heading back into the bedroom. “I love seeing you in bed and knowing I’m going to join you.”

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