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“I don’t want you to keep your hands to yourself.” In case he didn’t understand, she closed the distance between them, put her arms around his neck, and kissed him.
For a moment he stood stock-still. A groan broke from him and his arms came around her and crushed her against his chest. They kissed frantically, lips and teeth and tongues colliding. He reached beneath her shirt and palmed her breasts. This time she groaned.
“I’m not going to ask if you’re sure. You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t.”
“Good. I won’t either.”
He laughed, pulled off her shirt over her head, and tossed it aside. His eyes darkened from hazel to green as he looked at her. “Damn, you’re pretty, Damaris.”
Oddly, she didn’t feel self-conscious. Considering how long it had been since she’d taken off her clothes in front of a man, she’d thought she would be. But Nate’s frank appreciation made her feel wanted and admired.
Damaris put her hands on his chest. His skin was soft, his muscles hard. He moved one hand to angle her face up for another kiss. He kissed her deeply, his tongue sweeping into her mouth and tangling with hers. They tumbled to the bed together, Damaris on her back with Nate on top of her. One of his legs was wedged between her thighs and she squirmed against it, wanting more.
He trailed kisses along her jaw, to her neck, to her collarbone. Then he stopped and gazed at her breasts until she wondered if there was something wrong with them. She looked down. Nope. Same old boobs. “Nate? What’s wrong?”
He raised his gaze to hers. “Nothing. Not one thing.” He licked her nipple, swirled his tongue around the areola, then sucked her nipple into his mouth. The throbbing between her legs intensified and she pressed against his leg again. He raised his head, murmured, “Perfect,” and moved to her other breast.
She almost came just from him sucking her nipples. She put her hands in his hair, holding him close, though he hadn’t moved from her breasts. He removed his leg from between hers and she whimpered. “Don’t leave.”
Nate chuckled. “Don’t worry. I’m not about to. Just…exploring.” He slipped a hand beneath her shorts, stroking her through her panties. When he slipped a finger inside her, she groaned, raised her hips and tightened around him, her hands clutching his shoulders. He plunged his finger in and out, added another and did it again. And again, rubbing her clit when he did.
Damaris raised her hips, meeting him stroke for stroke. Clenching her muscles, she felt everything in her tighten, and she crested and exploded, crying out his name as she came.
*
Wow. Still holding Damaris, Nate waited until she opened her eyes. “I have to go get a condom.”
“No you don’t,” she said huskily.
“Yes, I do. I haven’t been with anyone in a long time and I’m clean, but we don’t need you to get pregnant. Unless…are you on the pill?”
“No. Look in my pocket.”
He stuck his hand in her shorts’ pocket and pulled out a strip of condoms. Smiling, he asked, “When did you get these?”
“I bought them at the gift shop earlier today. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt to have them.”
“You’re a very smart woman.” He kissed her, then pushed her shorts and panties down her legs. There was something so incredibly beautiful about a naked woman. Especially a woman he’d wanted for years. The woman he’d wanted for years.
“Nate? Take off your jeans.”
By the time he stood, shucked his jeans, and crawled back in bed, Damaris had one of the condom packets in her hand. She’d opened it but she looked at it like she’d never seen one before. Like she didn’t know what to do with it. Well, he sure as hell did. He took it from her and covered himself, then settled between her legs with his cock at her entrance.
He kissed her and began to enter her. “God, you’re tight,” he groaned. She made a sound but it wasn’t of pleasure. He looked at her and could tell by her expression he was hurting her. So he rolled over until she was on top. “You set the pace.”
He could control himself. Barely. Because the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her. He let her take her time, taking him inside inch by inch, until he was finally fully seated inside of her. He cupped her breasts, rolled her nipples, and kissed her. She moaned, but this time it sounded like pleasure. She lifted herself up, then sank down on him. Tentative at first but growing bolder with each stroke.
He had to move. Grasping her hips, he pushed up into her as she came down. Faster. Harder. But he still held back. He reached between them to fondle her and felt her muscles contract, heard her cry out as he spilled inside her endlessly and came with a harsh groan.
Damaris collapsed on top of him. He was almost asleep when she rolled to the side and went to the bathroom. He got rid of the condom and waited for her. When she came out she wore her T-shirt. Which he thought was a damn shame. He held out a hand and she took it but hesitated before doing anything else.
“I’m, uh, I, um, don’t know what to do.”
He looked at her quizzically. “How about you get back in bed and let me hold you?”
Her concerned expression cleared, and she did as he said, her back to his front. They stayed that way for a while, content and satiated for the moment.
“Damaris?”
