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The kisses started on my calf. He explored every valley and curve as he licked and sucked his way up to the nape of my neck, the caresses building the low smolder in my belly to an all-consuming fire. I arched my back offering myself to him. He hovered above and behind me, a knee on the bench between my spread thighs. The graze of his coarse body hair on my hypersensitive skin set off white hot sparks at every incidental touch.
I rocked back, pressing against his hard length, begging wordlessly for more.
“Such a gorgeous ass.” He caught my hips, keeping me pressed against his erection, and one hand slipped around to find my clit, stroking the slick flesh.
Nonsense words fell from my lips unchecked. I might have whispered his name or a curse, but I was too far gone to know. His touch rushed me toward a peak I desperately wanted to summit.
“I’ve got to be inside you.” He moved, changing position, and then, inch by inch, he filled me, his bare cock pushing deep. “So good.” The strangled gasp hinted at how tenuous his control was.
He found my clit again, stroking in rhythm with his thrusts. His touch transported me back to the pinnacle of pleasure. My arms trembled and gave out. I pressed a flushed cheek into the mattress and arched my sweat-slicked back higher. Standing behind the bench, he fucked into me with powerful, measured strokes.
My brain short-circuited. I’d heard of mind-blowing sex, read about it in novels, seen some in porn, but having it was something else.
I didn’t think about how my ass wasn’t as firm as in my pageant days. Or worry that the sounds I made were ridiculous. All I cared about was that he kept going, kept hitting that perfect place inside me. And that I gave him as much pleasure as he gave me.
He’d been right. He made me scream again. It started as a high-pitched keening sound that grew louder and deeper as I built toward my climax. When the wave broke, I shouted his name into the mattress as ecstasy engulfed me. I convulsed around his thick length, nearly sobbing at the exquisite sensations—falling apart and never wanting to put myself back together.
His thrusts became as ragged as my breathing. He dug his strong fingers into my hips, locking me in place for his frantic thrusts. Grip slipping on my sweat-soaked sink, he wrapped an arm around my hips. His cock plunged deeper, and the sound of our bodies striking together filled the room.
Body taut as a bowstring, he shoved home and came deep inside me. His cries of release muffled against my shoulder blade. Spent, he collapsed. His body weight rested on me. It wasn’t a burden; rather, it was the only thing anchoring me to the earth.
He kissed the damp skin at the nape of my neck. “You, this. Everything about it is amazing.” He barely had enough breath to speak.
“Ditto.” I sighed.
With one arm around me, he lifted and scooted us both up to the pile of pillows at the head of the bed. I sank into the plush mound while he moved to my feet and removed my shoes, leaving a delicate kiss on each ankle. He set the heels aside and came back to the bed with a cloth, cleaning between my thighs before settling next to me and hauling me against his body.
“Muhmmm.” I snuggled into his chest, a leg tossed over his waist.
He smoothed my hair from my damp face, moving each strand with infinite care, outlining the curves of my cheek with his fingertips. Our breathing calmed and the sweat on our skin cooled, leaving only satisfaction behind.
“I’d given up on this.” I almost didn’t hear him, but the softly spoken sentiment resonated in the depths of my soul like the clang of a church bell.
“They say a woman over forty is more likely to win the lottery than find a steady boyfriend. I won three hundred dollars one time, so I figured that was my winning ticket.”
“I gave up long before forty. But with you, all things seem possible.”
“All things?” I rasped the question, my throat tight around a lump of emotions that made it hard to speak.
“Love. I’m falling irrevocably in love with you.” He pressed two fingers over my lips to keep me from answering.
Not that I had a reply; he’d struck me dumb with the precious gift he offered.
I etched the moment into my memory, wanting to treasure it for all time. Curving my body tight around him, I held onto his solid presence as a million emotions washed over and around me. I felt like a rock in a stream, and a dam had burst upriver.
“I don’t need you to say it back. In fact, I don’t want you to. Because if you ever tell me you love me, it has to be solid. I wouldn’t want to live through you changing your mind. It would destroy me.”
He turned and folded me into his body, his arms wrapped tight around me. My face pressed to his chest. I kissed the spot above his heart. The old wounds he carried were healing. And so were mine.
A flash of our potential future played out behind my closed eyelids. Our hands clasped. He led me through a field of grape vines. The sun beat down as we laughed. A single flawless moment.
I wanted that imagined future. The warmth of the sun and the fullness of the love he offered. I vowed to be careful with his heart and mine, but not to be afraid of the risk.
Chapter 29
Wilson
“Thisissomuchbetter than the swimming hole, totally worth waiting an extra day for.” Kate rubbed her hands together like a mad scientist, her eyes darting around the scene in front of us with glee. “I’m going back to the camera crew. You two know your parts. Don’t fuck it up.” She did thatI’m watching youthing, pointing at her eyes, then at us, before she jogged down the steps and off into the crowd without glancing back.
