Nash hissed, his eyes drifting closed. “I don’t know. Some of my dreams about you have felt pretty fucking real.”
“Ah, then I guess I better try something else.” I gripped his strong thighs and wriggled lower, between his legs. Raising up on my elbows, I slid his length between my lips, sucking gently, cupping his balls with my free hand.
“Okay.” Nash sounded strained. “Definitely not dreaming. Most definitely not dreaming.”
“Why?” I released him with a pop. “Didn’t Peyton Rivers ever give you a blow job in your dreams?”
“Only the very best ones,” he gasped as I pulled him in and sucked harder this time. “The rare ones where I get extremely lucky.”
“Well, aren’t you lucky tonight then?” I fell backwards onto the mattress. “I can’t stay in this position for very long, but if you want kneel over me?—”
“No.” He kissed me once, hard. “If I do that, I’ll come in your mouth when I want to come deep inside your pussy. This first time, Peyton, I want to be inside you.”
This first time. Would there be another time, then?
Before I could wander too far down that intriguing and yet terrifying path, Nash lay between my legs, rubbing the head of his member over my sex.
“Peyton, are you okay with this?”
“Yes.” I was impatient, moving restlessly beneath him. “Yes, of course, I’m okay. Very, very okay—like get-inside-me-now okay.”
He gave a wheeze of strained laughter. “All right, I get it. But I just mean—” He groaned as I bucked up, trying to hurry him on. “I just mean, I don’t have a condom?—”
“Not worried about getting knocked up now, Nash.” I smirked. “Did you not hear me mention menopause?”
“I know, but I’m more worried about you knowing—and trusting—that I’m healthy. Clean.”
“Oh.” I ran my fingertips up and down his arms. “Are you?”
“Yes. I haven’t been with anyone for . . . a long time, and I’ve seen a doctor since then, and I used protection with that woman. So I’m good.”
“Okay.” I nodded. “Are you worried about me?”
“You? No, of course not.”
“Well, you should be. If you expected me to want to know about you and your health, you should ask about mine.” I paused for a beat. “Which is fine, by the way. I have always been careful, and I’ll bet you my dry spell has been longer than yours.”
“Let’s not use the wordsdry spellright now, okay?” Nash lowered himself to kiss me again. “I’ve never been with a woman where I didn’t use a condom. That this is you—my first time—it’s perfect.”
“I’m glad.” I reached between us, notching him to my entrance. “But now it’s time to stop talking and start moving.”
Nash growled once, sinking deep into me. “My God, Peyton. So good.”
“So good,” I echoed, feeling him fill me completely before he withdrew and thrust in again. “Don’t go slow, Nash. Take me now. Make it wild.”
He groaned again, but at the same time, he began to pull back and plunge in faster and faster. I wrapped my legs around his hips, digging my heels into his ass as it moved up and down. My fingers gripped his back, holding on for my life as he took me soaring, flying, singing into a timeless space where there was nothing but waves of pleasure breaking over my body, over and over again.
And then Nash went still, transforming into one tensed, hard muscle as he let go, spilling into me with one final roar of gratification.
He rolled to fall next to me, wrapping his arms around me to take me with him and holding me against his chest. It felt as though the heat between us might ignite the sheets and consume us, bed and all.
“That was—” Nash was still trying to catch his breath. “Holy fuck, Peyton. Just—that’s it. You are incredible. My dreams—nothing I ever imagined came close to tonight.”
I laughed breathlessly. “It was beyond anything I’ve ever known.” I smoothed his hair back. “You are a god, Nash Sampson. If I had known this in high school?—”
“Oh, sweetheart, I don’t think I was capable of this in high school,” he said wryly. “I think if I’d gotten the chance, I probably would’ve embarrassed myself the moment you took off your bra.”
I giggled. “The glory days, huh?”
