He worked his way back up her body, kissing every inch of skin he could reach.
Maren pulled him into a kiss that he deepened.
“Condom,” Colin managed. “I don’t—I didn’t bring?—”
“It’s okay. I’m on birth control. And, again, it’s been a while.”
“Same for me. I’m clean.”
She kissed him again. “I want you inside me,” she said against his lips.
When he settled back between her legs, Maren reached down and guided him to her.
“Ready?” he asked quietly.
“So ready.”
Colin pushed inside slowly, watching her face, looking for any sign of discomfort or regret. He found neither.
“Okay?” he managed.
“Perfect.” She wrapped her legs around his waist.
He moved inside her; careful strokes at first as he learned what she liked. What made her gasp and what made her dig her nails into his shoulders.
“Colin.” Her voice was breathy. “I need… I want…”
“Tell me.”
“Faster. Please.”
He gave her what she asked for. Faster, deeper, until they were both gasping and the only sounds in the room were skin against skin and Maren softly crying out his name.
“Let go, baby,” he coaxed her. “Give it to me.”
When she came, squeezing all around him, the waves of pleasure pulled him right over the edge with her.
Colin collapsed beside her, breathing hard, and Maren immediately curled into his side.
“That was—” She stopped. Laughed softly. “I don’t have words.”
“Good?”
“Better than good.” She pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “Perfect.”
Colin wrapped his arm around her, holding her close.
“Stay?” she asked quietly.
“I was planning on it.”
“All night?”
“If you’ll have me.”
Maren lifted her head to look at him. “Oh, I’ll have you,” she said. “For as long as you’ll let me.”
Colin pulled her closer, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
