When her panting finally slowed, she raised her lips to meet mine. She kissed me tenderly at first, while her hands explored my body. By the time her journey led her to my cock, we were both breathless.
“I want you. Now.” With one quick movement, she had me on my back and straddled me. She grinded against my shaft.
“Damn it. I don’t have a condom,” I groaned, feeling myself start to tumble from the high we’d built together.
“Me either,” she said, “but the few times I’ve had sex I’ve used protection, and I’m on the pill. I’m clean.”
“Me too,” I said as she leaned down and kissed me, her breasts grazing my chest.
“Well, thank fuck.” She raised her hips, took me into her hand, and sank onto me. My hips instinctively rose to meet hers as I filled her. Our eyes locked for a moment, and for the first time in a long time, everything felt exactly right.
My hands slipped around her waist as she rode me, and our hips found a rhythm together just as they had on the dance floor. Watching her with her head thrown back was enough to make me want to come undone. It had been so long, I was afraid I would have to start reciting all of the presidents to keep from coming.
Ella’s soft cries of pleasure got louder as our pace quickened. When I felt her walls shudder around me, I let go too. I let out a moan that sounded almost primal, and she sagged against me as we rode out our aftershocks together. I kissed her cheek and rubbed my hands up her back.
She let out a satisfied laugh. “God, I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to do that.”
“What?” I asked, completely stunned. “You mean the sex or the sex with me?”
She kissed me softly, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “Want to go again?”
* * *
The morning sunpoured into the room, waking me with a vengeance. My head throbbed a steady reminder of what a bad idea shots were at forty-two. The shots may have made my head feel as though it were going to explode, but luckily they didn’t mess with my memory. I rolled over to see Ella still sleeping soundly beside me, and I couldn’t help but smile. I’d made at least one good decision the night before.
I closed my eyes, thinking about the way Ella had moved on the dance floor and then the way she looked at me on her doorstep, all smolder and silk. For so long, my crush on Ella had been just that—a crush—but that infatuation had crossed into uncharted waters. I heard her words echo through my mind.Just because I don’t need anyone doesn’t mean I don’t want anyone.
Since I lost Carrie, I thought I hadn’t even wanted anyone—not in any meaningful sort of way. Sure, I could admit when I found a woman attractive, but wanting someone else while I still missed Carrie felt… wrong. Yet here I was, wanting Ella.
Her lashes fluttered slowly, her eyes framed with soft black smudges.
“Good morning,” I said softly, my fingertips grazing over her bare shoulder. For a moment, I thought she might drift back to sleep, until her eyes flew open and an alarmed expression spread across her face.
“Holy shit,” she said, bringing her hand to her forehead.
I chuckled. “I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.”
“You… you didn’t.” She clutched the sheet to her chest, looking from me to the clock on the nightstand that read nine-thirty a.m. “I just… wow. That really happened last night, huh?”
“That really happened.” I laced my fingers through hers, and her mouth stretched into a seductive smile. “You know, you never did answer my question last night.”
“What about?”
“You said you couldn’t tell me how long you’d wanted to do this.”
“Shit.” Her eyes widened. “I said that out loud?”
“And I asked if you meant the sex or the sex with me.”
She chewed her lip, not answering the question.
My stomach sank. “I’m sorry, Ella. I shouldn’t ha—”
“No,” she interjected quickly, placing her hand on my arm. “I wanted to…with you.I just can’t believe I said it quite so bluntly.”
I burst into laughter. “Have you met you?”
“You have a point there.” A mischievous grin stretched across her face, and she leaned in, pressing a kiss to my lips. “But as great as this has been, Grace will be home soon.”
