Page 63 of The Forever Christmas Tree

Harder.

You remember that spot? You do! Oh, perfect!

He unzipped the back of her jumpsuit down to her butt and had it off and puddled at her feet. Like magic.

Leaning back, he looked at her. A nude-colored lace bra and bikini panties.

“Beautiful. Still beautiful after all these years,” he murmured, admiring her slim, well-toned body. The same, but fuller in some places, tighter and more muscled in others.

But it could only be a quick scrutiny because her hands were busy, unbuckling his belt, unzipping his slacks, and pushing both his pants and briefs down to his knees in one sweep.

She stepped out of her garment and spread her legs, still in high heels. “Now!” she demanded, leaning against the wall, eyes closed, neck arched, exposing the long scar, which was somehow erotic, against all that creamy skin.

“Condom,” he cautioned, about to lean down and take one out of his wallet.

She pulled him back up and said, “Implant. I’m safe.”

He was ready, more than ready, obviously, but how about her? She was still in her underwear. No matter! Slipping his fingers under the crotch of her panties, he almost passed out at the sheer pleasure of the wetness he found.

Then, he shoved the fabric aside, and:

I’m in!

Warm.

Slick.

Clutching me.

So good!

Don’t come. Just don’t hot damn come this soon. Dammit!

And so it was that he took her for the first time in twelve years, or she took him, against the wall, then halfway up the stairs, him on bottom, then her reversing roles, as they staggered and crawled up to the second-floor hallway in one unending fuck unlike anything he’d ever experienced in his life. It was love remembered and lost, new and old sexual triggers, lovemaking and payback at the same time.

“You bastard!” she said, but so softly he couldn’t be insulted.

“You left me,” he retorted.

“I had to. I hurt so bad.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Oh, yes, touch me there,” she said on a moan.

He chuckled. “You always liked that. Remember the first time we discovered this spot.”

“The first time and the second, and the fiftieth.” She tried to laugh but it came out as a choke. “How about this, though?”

He saw stars, practically, as she held his favorite body part between both hands and moved it just so, while he was still in her, the short span of cock just outside her body. “Yes, I remember,” he gasped out.

“It’s never been like this with anyone else,” she confessed, and there were tears in her eyes.

“I know,” he agreed, and he might have had tears, too. You have ruined me for anyone else, Wendy.

“I don’t want this to ever end. Don’t stop.”

As if I could! “We’re going to be black and blue,” he pointed out. “Or else I’m going to have splinters in my ass.”