“I can’t sleep naked.”
“Why not?” He pushes up on one arm, sending the sheet slipping down around his waist, low enough for me to see the top of the furry trail that leads to one of my new favorite things in the entire world.
Memories of how it felt to have him inside me, making love to me with a focus and intensity that turned my body to molten lava, shimmy through my thoughts, making my face heat. “Um, I don’t know. I just never have. It felt…strange.”
“Lots of things are strange at first.” He loops his arm around my waist, tugging me toward him so fast I barely have time to yip in surprise before he’s on top of me, nudging my legs apart with his thighs. “How are you feeling this morning?”
He pulls up the hem of my oversize sleep shirt and slips his hand down the front of my panties, giving my clitoris a good-morning rub that makes my breath catch before his fingers press gently against where I’m already wet, simply from being this close to him. “Sore?” he asks.
“A little,” I confess, “but not as bad as I thought I would be. Actually, I…”
“Yes?” He slides a single finger inside me, a decision my body welcomes with a shiver and a rush of heat between my legs.
“I sort of wish…” I press my lips together, swallowing hard as he adds a second finger, stretching me until I’m more aware of the lingering tenderness, but equally aware of how much my body wants this. Wants him.
“What do you wish, Libby?” He kisses my cheek and then my neck, his breath warm on my throat. “I want you to tell me, beautiful. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you,” I whisper, running my hands down the strong expanse of his back, marveling that this powerful man can be so perfectly gentle when he needs to be. “I want you inside me again.”
“Are you sure?” He captures my fingers, guiding them between us to where he’s already hot and hard.
I wrap my hand around him, squeezing gently. “Trying to remind me how big and scary it is?” I ask, smiling as his cock pulses in my hand in response.
“I wouldn’t say scary…” His free hand slides up my shirt, cupping my breast, making me arch into his touch as I continue to stroke him, summoning that fluid that pearls at the tip of him when he wants me.
“It was scary before I knew we would fit,” I confess, amazed all over again at how quickly he brings my body to life, and how heady it is to know I’m doing the same to him. “I was afraid you were going to rip through my vagina like a tornado through a trailer park.”
He snorts and quickly turns his face away from mine. “Don’t make me laugh. I’m trying not to breathe on you until I get a chance to brush my teeth. I don’t want to scare you away with my morning breath.”
“I’m not scared of your breath.” I spread my legs wider, guiding the tip of him to where I ache.
“Let me get a condom,” he says, but I stop him with a hand on his face.
“I’m on the pill. And I’m clean. So as long as you are…”
“I am.” His eyes blaze into mine, making me even more keenly aware of how close we are to coming together, and how much I need him to fill the emptiness inside me, an emptiness I didn’t know was there until he showed me what it felt like to be so satisfied, so complete. “But I haven’t had sex without a condom in years, Libs. I can’t promise I’ll last as long as I did last night.”
“That’s okay.” My heart beats faster as his hips pulse forward, pressing the head of his cock lightly against me. “I just want to know what it feels like without something in between. When it’s just you and me.”
“Just you and me,” he echoes softly as he cups my bottom in his hands, tilting my hips toward him. And then he pushes forward, gliding inside me with one slow, sure thrust that makes lights flash behind my eyes as they slide closed.
My arms tremble as they wrap around him, holding him close as my body adjusts to the sweet invasion. It only takes a moment this time, a breath of discomfort that’s quickly banished by the waves of pleasure pulsing through my inner walls as they grip him tight, celebrating his return.
“Not too sore?” he asks, nipping the lobe of my ear as his hand returns to my breast, teasing and plucking my nipple as he holds still deep inside of me.
“No. It’s good. So good.” My eyes flutter open as I skim my palms down the small of his back to cup his ass. “Even better than last night. I love that I can feel how hot your skin is.”
“I love feeling how wet you are for me.” He circles his hips, grinding against me while pulling out, sending his pubic bone rolling over my clit, making my pulse spike. “But I want you even wetter.” He guides my leg up and around his hips. “Move with me, baby,” he says, urging me closer. “Show me how you want it.”