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And maybe he wouldn’t have cared one way or another if something tied them together for life. Just like their first time did. At least in his mind.
“No,” he said. “But I’m going to tonight. A first for both of us.”
She slid off his lap and pulled her shirt over her head. He stood up and started to undress too.
When they were both naked, they reached for each other and he had her on her back.
She tried to roll him. He had no idea what she was doing until she said, “Switch. My last first with you, you were on top. I want to be on top this time.”
“Ahh,” he said. “Got it.”
He flipped to his back, put his hands behind his head and said, “Go at it. I’m yours for the taking.”
She just stopped and stared at him. As if those words meant more.
He wanted them to mean more to her but wouldn’t admit it out loud.
She spread her knees on the sides of his hips, lined up and sank down hard and fast. He hadn’t expected her to just impale herself like that but damned if she wasn’t soaking wet.
He let out a groan to match hers, then she started to ride.
Her eyes were locked on his, her hands came up and found his fingers and entwined them together.
“Your biceps are flexing as you hold my hands.”
“I’m trying to balance you,” he said.
She was moving up and down, their hands in front of him. It might be a bit awkward, but he wanted her sitting upright and it gave her leverage to do her thing.
“You just wanted me like this because as I move up and down my breasts are jiggling like big balls of Jell-O.”
“Guilty,” he said. Guess she caught his eyes there. “But I can’t touch them if I’m balancing you.”
She tugged at his arms and had him sit up to stop her from falling back. “What was that about?”
Her legs went around so that she had them wrapped around his hips, her so close to him that he was in deeper than before.
“That,” she said. “We can’t move as much. I love feeling all of you.”
Their fingers released from each other and he wrapped one hand in her hair and crushed his mouth to hers.
Their bodies started to move on their own, their tongues dancing the same way.
There were sounds in the room, damp bodies coming together and moving apart.
It was sexy and erotic at the same time that it filled him with love for this woman on his lap.
He felt her start to tense, then her muscles squeezed him. “Are you coming?” he asked. It just felt more controlled. Something different.
“Nope,” she said. “Can you feel that?”
“You’re doing that?” he asked. Shit, she did it again. She was almost milking him, squeezing him tight and then moving back and forward.
“I am,” she said. “You can feel it now. I’ve tried it before but guess you couldn’t feel it.”
“I’m going to come,” he said. “Shit. Stop that.”
“Nope,” she said going faster while she continued to squeeze him, her hips moving back and forth.
