It is a very good smile.The best smile.
“Hi,” he says back.
I reach over and clicks off the lamp. The room goes dim, lit only by the thin light coming under the curtains, and somehow that makes everything feel even more intimate. He finds the hem of my shirt and pauses, fingers resting at my waist, waiting.
“Yes,” I say, before he has to ask.
He undresses me slowly and carefully, the way he does everything, and I stop trying to feel self-conscious about any of it because the way he looks at me makes that impossible. Like I am exactly what he was hoping to find.
When I reach for his pants, he watches my face the whole time. I undo the button and zipper, and he shrugs them the rest of the way off. Then I pull down his boxer briefs, and gasp when his cock springs free.
Every inch of this man is big… hard… perfect.
I have thought about this so many times. On those Saturday mornings when he was buying eggs and not saying much and I was pretending not to notice him. I had wondered, in the back of my mind what it would be like to have all that focused quiet attention turned on me.
Now I know.
It is overwhelming in the best possible way.
He takes his time learning what I like. He asks with his hands and listens with his whole body and when he finally sinks into me, when there is no space left between us, I hear him say my name low against my throat like it means something to him.
It means something to me too.
We find each other with room for laughter and the small awkwardness of newness, but what I notice most is howpresenthe is. Fully, completely there. His hands and his voice and the warmth of him surrounding me. He pays attention to every sound I make, adjusts, takes his time.
At some point I stop thinking entirely and just let myself feel it, the weight of him, the warmth, the slow build of everything I had not let myself want on all those Saturday mornings.
With each thrust, he brings me to heights I’ve never known, and when I finally crest the precipice, my inner walls gripping him like a vice, I cry out his name. He follows a moment later, spilling into me with a primal moan.
Afterward we lie quietly in the dark. His arm is around me, my head on his chest, and the only sounds are the settling of the house and the distant call of an owl somewhere in the trees.
Raider has, at some point, migrated from the hallway to the rug beside the bed. I can hear him breathing.
“Your dog seems comfortable here,” I say.
“He adores you.”
“I’ve been bribing him with biscuits for eight months.”
Gavin’s chest moves with a quiet laugh.
I tip my head back to look at him. He is staring at the ceiling with an expression I can only describe as settled.Content.
“You know,” I say softly, “spraining my ankle might have been the best mistake I’ve ever made.”
He looks down at me. His hand moves slowly through my hair. “I should have walked up to your booth and said a complete sentence months ago.”
I laugh. “Better late than never.”
“Yeah. Better late than never.” He trails a hand down my body, coming to rest on my pussy. “But I think we should make up for lost time.”
And he makes passionate love to me a second time… and then again a few hours later.
Epilogue
Sophia
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