Page 43 of The Second Dance

I don’t need to be told twice. Closing the distance, I lift her up and drop her farther back on the bed. Prowling up after her, I stop by her ankle, kissing my way up her calf.

She props herself up on her elbows, watching me as I make my way past her knee, up her thigh. She trembles when I kiss the delicate skin there.

I press my lips to the sensitive place where hip and thigh connect, letting my fingers follow the curve of her apex. Tugging her panties aside, I nudge a finger between her folds, groaning a little when I feel how wet she is.

My cock bobs in response, but her release is going to be my first priority.

I slide my finger in, slowly, a knuckle at a time. She’s so tight, it’s a good thing I started here. I ease another finger inside, watching pleasure flutter across her features. Lowering my head, I kiss her apex, flicking her with my tongue. Her hips twitch and a quiet little sigh slips off her lips. Her body is so responsive, shy little sounds guide me, telling me what she likes. I take my time, wringing pleasure from her body, until she comes with a surprised little cry.

I kiss her thigh, admiring the flush on her breasts, the glow on her cheeks. “You’re gorgeous.”

“Come here.” She murmurs, drawing a finger along my shoulder. I slide over her, letting her pull my hips down over her body.

My cock is almost painfully erect. Pressing against her soft body is a mix of pure bliss and torture.

She slips her fingers under the waistband of my boxers and pushes them over my ass. I kick them off, letting my fingers trail along the lacey edge of her panties. A gentle touch. A simple question.

She curves her fingers over mine, guiding them to pull her panties down her legs.

I lean over, pulling open the nightstand drawer to snag a condom. My heart races.

No going back if we go on from here.

She slips the condom from my fingers and tears it open. She’s maybe a little clumsy, like she’s not an old hat at this kind of thing. But her touch is so sweet, so gentle, it’s melting my heart.

Placing the rubber at my tip, her soft hand guides it down my shaft.

I slip between her legs and she eases her thighs up around my hips. Her hands slide along my back, touching me with tenderness and vulnerability that makes my chest expand.

My tip finds her entrance and I pause there, looking down at her face, studying her expression.

She nods at me, reaching up to weave her fingers through my hair and pull me down into a kiss. My tongue and my cock enter her at the same time.

I have a brief flashback, another starry night. That night, our movements were frenzied. Unchecked and careless. We were folded up behind a steering wheel.

Having her spread out on my bed feels luxurious.

I press my hips forward, easing inside, and she sighs quietly.

Pulling back, I press forward again, delving in deeper. She cries out a little and I pause.

She wraps her arms around my neck. “Don’t stop.” She nips at my ear, gasping a little when I push in deeper. “Keep going, Bo.”

We’re a bit clumsy. Finding a rhythm takes a minute.

But the process is beautiful.

I’ve had plenty of sex over the years, but it’s been so long since I’ve made love.

This feeling.

It’s what’s been missing.

24.

Andy

I’ve waited so long to feel this way again.

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