‘Rae, you’re not well—’
‘You make me feel good and safe,’ she cut in, ‘and I need to feel good and safe.’
‘Are you sure?’
‘I managed to go without decent sex for twenty-eight years. I wouldn’t be begging if I wasn’t sure.’
A soft smile as he traced the dimple of her chin like the very structure of her mesmerised him. ‘Here?’
‘Here.’
His kisses peppered her neck, still chary – until she unfastened his trousers and they turned unrelenting, mixed with teeth and tongue. A long sigh rose from her deepest recesses, tension dissipating from her muscles all at once. She pumped his cock, relishing in the groan that resonated against her skin.
She didn’t wait for him to tear down her drawstring pants, instead arching off him to roll them to her knees. He pushed her underwear with them, swearing under his breath when he found her wet. She could hardly feel her legs, and she didn’t know if it was because of her panic or because she wanted him so badly.
‘Do you have a condom?’
‘In my wallet.’ He was already reaching into the inside pocket of his blazer.
‘You came prepared this time.’
He flashed his teeth. ‘I learn from my mistakes.’
She tore the foil from him while he took off his blazer, ripping open the packet and sliding the condom on with as much restraint as she could muster.
‘Fuck,’ he breathed as he watched.
He rolled over her clit, spreading her arousal over her folds until she was whimpering. ‘Going to make you feel good again,’ he promised. ‘More than good.’
As much as she would have liked to let him take his time, it wasn’t enough. Wouldn’t be until she had all of him. She rose to her knees, waiting for him to line himself up, then sank onto his length, inch by glorious inch.
In this position, the sensation was completely different from the first time, stretching her so intensely that she could only close her eyes and gasp. She was afraid to take him completely, afraid it would feel so good she wouldn’t be able to keep quiet.
‘God, you’re perfect. So perfect for me. Feels like coming home.’ His grip dug into the meat of her thighs, all trembling restraint. One day, she hoped to see him lose control completely.
Her heart fluttered, giving her the courage to slide all the way down. Her fingers knotted tight in his hair as their pelvises kissed, but he didn’t complain, gaze fixed on their moulding bodies.
‘You’re okay?’ he asked.
‘I am now.’ A tear rolled down her cheek without permission. All of that time she’d spent trying to keep her head above water, holding back her emotions so that she could just get through the day, it had only stacked into a tower that wouldn’t – couldn’t – hold.If Struan hadn’t been here, she wasn’t sure she’d have ever stopped collapsing.
Maybe she wouldn’t ever really be fixed until she started facing the truth – and the first truth was that she didn’t want to go back to working in a restaurant as long as her nervous system fought her every step of the way. She didn’t want to spend her days in survival mode.
The second: she was falling in love for the first time, and it terrified her.
Struan’s tongue chased the curve of her neck as she began to roll her hips, his length hitting her G-spot until every thrust sent a sharp burst of pleasure through her. She watched that same pleasure contort his features, watched fierce lust war with fiercer tenderness as he let her follow her own rhythm.
‘Is this enough for you?’ For once, she wasn’t worried about her own release – it was already building at an alarming intensity. Between the new position and the fact she’d never felt less sexy, she was afraid he wouldn’t be able to come with her. ‘I can’t feel better if you don’t.’
But he was barely trapping his own keens as she sped up, a hiss falling through clenched teeth. ‘As long as I’m inside you, I’m perfect. This is where I belong. Buried inside this gorgeous pussy. Fuck, Rae—’
The floorboards keened in protest when he pitched to meet her. She didn’t care who heard, not now, chasing that addictive rise and fall until she crested against him all at once. ‘I’m coming,’ she gasped.
‘Good girl. I’ve got you.’
She rode him through her convulsions, barely able to keep upright. Just when the pleasure began to abate, he toyed with her clit, and she realised that first orgasm had been nothing compared to this.
‘Struan!’ She whimpered into his shoulder as everything inside of her pulsed in time with his motions. This climax didn’t tug tight, but rather unfurled, stretched its limbs, forcing her to let go until she was at his mercy.
