“I didn’t think I’d ever get the chance to do this again,” she breathed.
“It feels like the first time,” he said. Then slowly, reverently, he reached for her, softly caressing her shoulder, smoothing his fingertips down her side and hip, reaching between her legs and touching ever so gently between her curls. She gasped, her hips arching for more intimate contact. His eyes went dark with passion. She grabbed one of the condoms he’d tossed on the bed when he’d taken off his jeans. After ripping it open with shaking hands, she smoothed it on slowly over his rock-hard erection, the heat of him warming her palm as she rolled it. He groaned, his hips bucking in response. They inched slowly next to each other, warming each other with the slide of naked skin over naked skin. It did feel like the first time, she marveled. He kissed her collarbone as she rubbed her breasts over his chest, feeling his cock poke against her belly. Her leg trailed over his, her thighs heating and her flesh going damp with desire. She reached down and positioned him between her legs, her breathing going uneven. He cupped one breast as his hips angled slightly, dipping himself into her. She gasped slightly, from the overwhelming sensation of his fingers on her nipple and his cock penetrating her slowly. “Mark,” she said, her last coherent thought before pleasure slammed through her, rendering her giddy.
He nudged her from her side onto her back, the action causing more of him to slide into her, stretching her out, filling her. She arched her hips, feeling the pressure of him as his hips slid between her thighs. She wanted more—she wanted all of him. He slowly buried himself all the way inside her, and he was familiar and yet so unfamiliar after all this time that it was like reliving a dream. She moaned as he withdrew by centimeters, the friction of him against her clit slowly driving her mad.
“I want you,” she whispered.
“I won’t rush this,” he replied through gritted teeth. “I’m going to make you crazy with it. I’ve been dreaming of this so often….”
“So have I…oh,” she interrupted herself, as he pressed back inside her. His fingers reached down, finding her sensitive spot and circling it with his thumb. Before she even realized what was happening, her breathing sped up and she climaxed, a short, sharp swirl of sensation. “Mark!”
When she focused on his face, he was smiling with satisfaction, even as there was a sheen of sweat across his forehead. His hips moved in timeless rhythm, and she shifted her own hips to match him perfectly. She had one more orgasm roar through her. “Mark,” she pleaded. “Please…”
Finally, as if he could no longer hold back, his timing quickened, and his breathing went shallow and more hoarse. She felt the bunching of his muscles in his back and hips, and she touched them gently, wrapping her legs around his waist and holding on tight. She couldn’t believe it when she felt the unmistakable signs of yet another orgasm starting to creep up on her, and she shouted when it finally hit, feeling him shuddering against her as he finally allowed himself release.
When it was over, she kissed him, long and deep. “Don’t ever leave me again,” she said firmly.
He smiled down at her. “I won’t,” he promised. “And I won’t let something stupid like business get between us again.”
“So…I guess this is going to be longer than just one night,” she said with a quicksilver grin.
“Lady,” he answered with a wink, “if it was, this night’s going to last forever.”