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For a second I’m dumbfounded. When I manage to gather a few brain cells together, I say, “Honey, we are having sex. ”
Her cheeks are already pink, but now they turn red. Which is hilarious. I mean, I’ve got my fingers inside her, she’s riding my hand, still moving in this soft up-and-down even as we’re talking, hair all loose around her shoulders, fucking beautiful—and now she’s going to get shy on me?
“What did you think this was?” I ask.
“I know. I mean, yes, I’ve heard Quinn’s sex-doesn’t-have-to-include-a-dick lecture, too. But I meant, you know, were we going to have sex sex. Penis-in-vagina sex. Sex. ”
I raise an eyebrow. “Penis-in-vagina sex?”
“Shut up. ”
“No, I mean, that’s romantic. That’s probably the most romantic proposition I’ve ever heard. ”
She’s laughing. “Shut up. ”
I move my fingers and push her onto her back. Look deep into her eyes. Say, real serious, “Caro, I would love to have penis-in-vagina sex with you. ”
She smacks my arm, and then I kiss her, and then … damn. It’s like we’ve been playing around and now we’re not. At all. The kiss gets intense, fast, her hands are everywhere, grabbing at me, positioning my hips where she wants me, where I’m grinding against her. Her panties are in my way, and I’ve had enough of that. I yank them down, pull them off her ankles, push her knees apart and lick between her legs until she’s making these quiet, helpless sounds that I fucking love.
“West,” she says.
Yeah. I know. She wants me inside her, and if I don’t get there in the next thirty seconds, the world might as well end.
“Hold on. Don’t move. Not one inch. ”
I get up, grab a condom from the desk, rip it open, and roll it on with my eyes on Caroline on my bed, legs spread open, wet and ready, her body, her mouth, her smile, her eyes.
“I’m getting cold. ”
“Yeah, yeah. ”
Then I’m back over her, my dick sliding over her warm, soft pussy, our mouths meeting, her arms around me. “You sure?”
“I’m sure. ”
I reach down. Find the right spot, the right angle.
I ease into her. Inch by inch. Slow, because I don’t want to hurt her, because it’s been a while for both of us, because I don’t want to embarrass myself and come before we’re even hardly started.
Slow, because I want to watch her face, and, fuck, it is romantic. It is special.
It’s Caroline.
When I’m all the way in, her knees spread wide, her eyes right with me, I kiss her. I just stay there, not moving, because I’ve wanted to be here, with her, for so long, but I didn’t think I ever would.
It’s torture. The worst best torture of my life.
This is what deeper feels like.
This is what sex feels like, if you’re doing it right.
If you’re in love.
It’s incredible.
I frame her face between my palms, smooth her hair off her forehead. “You okay?”
I thought this couldn’t get better, but it does when she smiles. And when she moves, rocking her hips experimentally into me, then back away—Christ Jesus. I suck in a breath and close my eyes.
