Page 92 of Brighter Together

“Very.” She nods.

I tear open the foil packet and roll on the condom.

Then she lies back.

I follow her down.

Her hands settle on my shoulders.

“How do you want this?”

“I want to be able to look into your eyes,” she whispers.

That answer hits me harder than anything overtly seductive could have.

I brush a strand of hair away from her face.

“Then keep looking at me.”

I move between her thighs.

Ella opens for me.

I line myself up and slowly push inside.

Heat surrounds me.

My eyes close involuntarily.

Fuck.

It is better than anything I imagined.

And I imagined this far too often.

I push all the way in and stop.

Ella makes a soft sound beneath me.

Her hand moves over my cheek.

“Tommy.”

I open my eyes.

She is looking up at me with a smile that contains none of her earlier teasing.

She looks happy.

For months, I have thought about what sex with Ella might feel like.

I didn’t once consider what it would feel like to have her look at me like this.

I bend down and kiss her.

“You feel incredible.”

“So do you.”