Page 47 of It's a Widow Thing

Michael placed the foil pouch in Sabrina’s hand. “If you talk about my mom, this is going to be over real quick.”

“What about Brian and Alyshia?” she whispered, leaning on one elbow and tearing open the package.

“Knowing Brian, he’s probably listening at the door right now.”And that is only a slight exaggeration.He lay on his side, bracing for her touch. The moment when she gently rolled on the condom? It sucked the breath right out of his gut. The only response was to kiss her, hard, and swirl his tongue around hers. “I need you. Now.” He rolled her to her back and shifted himself between her legs.

They kissed while she reached down and guided him inside. The warmth enveloped him as he sank into her. Moonlight filtered in from the window, casting a faint blue-white light across her skin, making her eyes even more intense. She kissed him slowly, rocking into him with every stroke as a hushed murmur left her throat.

Michael had never put much thought into how much noise he liked to make during sex, but apparently it was a lot, because the room seemed eerily quiet. “Oh, yeah,” he growled into her mouth as she levered her hips, grinding against him when their bodies met.

The bed squeaked. Sabrina froze. “Slower.”

“Or maybe the opposite?” He thrust again, but that noise from seconds ago was ten times louder.

“No. Let’s change positions,” she whispered.

“You want to be on top?” He rolled off her and lay on his side.

“No. Still noisy.”

He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer until her back was against his chest. She wiggled her ass against his crotch and pulled her leg up by the knee, allowing him to slip back inside.

“Oh, okay,” she moaned. “That’s better.” Sabrina mirrored the rotation of his hips with her own.

“I thought we were being quiet.” He kissed the back of her neck as he took faster strokes.

“Was I being loud?”

Michael snickered. “A little.” Despite her insistence that they be slow or quiet or anything else that fought his natural inclinations, he felt it was best to take control of this situation. He reached under her raised leg, found her clit and began to rub in tiny circles.

She arched her back. “Oh, shit.”

“Good?”

“Better. Do. Not. Stop,” she gasped.

He could be as little as milliseconds from his own release, but he had to get her there first. He settled his nose behind her ear and breathed heavy against her neck.

Sabrina let go of her leg, reached back and dug her nails into his thigh. He took that as a direct order and rubbed harder and faster, the tight bundle of nerves hot and slick beneath his fingers. Her breaths came out in short bursts, her shoulders shook and she dropped her head forward and let out a not-quiet moan. Feeling nothing less than immensely proud, he took one deep breath, one last thrust, and gave in to the blissful breakers as they crashed into him. Again and again.

She rolled over and buried her face in the center of his chest. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t think I’d end up being the noisy one.”

He smiled in the dark. “I love doing that to you.”

“That’s right. It’s all your fault.”

“I will take any and all credit.” He placed his hand in the center of her back and pulled her even closer.

“Thank you for today. I’m glad I came. I’ve never had anything like this in my life. Your family is so welcoming.”

“Including my mom? There’s a reason I’ve kept her out of my love life. Brian told me that she asked you about losing Andrew.”

“I think she just wanted to express to me that she was sorry. Which was nice.”

“I hate the fact that you can’t get away from it. Not even for a day.”

“It’s part of who I am. There’s no escaping that.”

The weight of that statement seemed to settle between them and Michael was desperate, as always, to make it go away. “I want you to have happiness. To be truly happy.”It’s all I want.“Are you?”