One Chance(17)

When he lifted his head again, I kissed him urgently and draped one leg around him. He lifted me and I wrapped the second leg around him and let him carry me to the bed. William was in charge now and I was more than happy to let him work his magic. He placed me on the bed and then climbed over me. His hands were the perfect combination of firmness and gentleness on my body.

By this point in our relationship, William had to know that I was always ready for him but that didn’t stop him from sliding a hand down the length of my body and between my legs. Anticipating what would happen next, I lifted up and met his hand as it found its target. He didn’t slip inside like he usually did. Instead, he stroked his finger softly over the slickness, fluttering briefly over my clitoris.

“Damnit, Connor.” I panted. “Hurry up and get inside me or I’m going to have to take control.”

William’s lips had been skimming over my collarbone and I felt his warm breath as he laughed. “That would be terrible,” he said with mock exaggeration. “I guess Willy and I better cooperate.”

“Really? You’re going to go there?” I smacked his arm, thinking about how that same lame joke had nearly mortified me in the past. I grabbed for his penis, Willy, and gave it the gentlest of squeezes. “Do I have to hold Willy hostage until you comply?”

William laughed again, but then he got down to business. He pushed a finger inside me, catching me off-guard. He circled and pulsed it quickly until my body began to respond and I started to press against him. Then he removed his hand, trailing his wet fingers up my body until he was cupping my breast, his thumb circling hurriedly over my hard nipple.

“Are you just fucking with me now, Connor?” I demanded, my body desperate for a climax to all this stimulating activity.

William was already opening the condom and putting it in place. “That’s exactly what I am doing with you,” he said.

I gasped audibly as he thrust himself inside, rubbing against all the right places. I dug my fingers into his back and he waited for me to adjust.

“Ready, love?” he asked, staring into my eyes with hunger and longing. We had been joking, exchanging playful banter leading up to the moment, but now that we had reached it, our focus had returned.

“For you, always.” I kissed him on the lips, and while we were kissing, William began to move inside me.

Each movement was urgent but not forceful. It was a gentle coaxing that my body couldn’t ignore. I moaned against his lips and spread my legs apart even further, pulling them up in the process. This slightest of movements was the perfect adjustment and now the warm, familiar flush began to build. William had picked up his pace and both of us were panting, our breath escaping in short bursts with our lips still lightly pushed together.

Our bodies trembled and pulsed together with William holding back until he felt me convulse and then relax around him. He thrust one last time and then jerked as he achieved his release. After our orgasms, we usually collapsed on top of each other, our bodies piles of mush. But this time, William held himself over me and tilted my chin so that I was looking in his eyes.

“Thank you,” he said, kissing me tenderly.

“You’re welcome?” I said. I thought that he might be making a joke and I started to smile, but then I noticed that he was serious. “Why are you thanking me?”

“For being here.” He kissed me again. “For choosing me.”

“I didn’t have a choice.” I stroked two fingers down his check. “When it comes to you, there is no choice. I’ve been yours since that first night.”

“Ditto.” William smiled before laying his head on my chest. I ran a tired hand through his hair and felt perfectly content for the first time in my life. This is where I was meant to be- in William’s arms, desperately in love.

That’s not to say that we wouldn’t have any challenges in our relationship. I was going back to Chicago without a job and no real idea what I would do next. William was still facing Tara’s lawsuit, and he would have to deal with the remaining backlash over our relationship. Both of us had pasts filled with pain and loss. In many ways, it was true that we hadn’t gotten a perfect ending, but we had each other. Because of that, we had everything we needed. Love had turned us into two of the lucky ones, and it was all because of that one night.