Page 11 of Spring Break With A Gold Medalist

She needs to know that even when we’re lost in passion, I won’t ignore her wishes or her safety. “Yes.”

“Pushup.”

“Maya?”

“That’s my word. If I say pushup you’ll stop?”

Pressing my mouth to the rapid pulse on her neck I chuckle. “I’ll stop. When I do, you must also promise to tell me why. What I’ve done that’s uncomfortable so we can try again a different way.”

“This sounds like you’ve done this before.” Her tone is rough with rising passion.

I’m not sure if she’s asking for confirmation or accusing me of dark sexual acts. Not that I wouldn’t be tempted with her in my bed. That’s play for another time. Tonight is about forging new links in our relationship. Testing the compatibility we share. Hell, just making her feel good.

I need her to feel more than she ever has. A better buildup of tension. More spectacular orgasms. I need this more than air. “Not in the way I think you mean, honey. No matter what you hope to do, to feel, no matter who, or when, consent is vital.”

“I’ll try not to disappoint you.”

Whirling her to face me I capture her face between my hands. “Maya, listen to me. I’ll only be disappointed if you hide your wishes or reactions from me. Making love is a partnership.” I kiss the tip of her nose. “Not always an equal one. That’s why communication is so important.”

“I do understand. Really. I’m just… nervous. About my knee.” Her gaze skitters away and she attempts to duck her head.

My hands hold her in place until she finally opens her eyes and really sees me. The sparkle returns to the dark depths, her invitation blatant and irresistible.

Who am I to try and resist the irresistible?

Parted lips welcome mine as with a soft whimper of need she presses her body against mine. Perfect. There’s want and desire in our slow, exploratory kisses but no desperation. As though we have eternity. That’s what I want. An eternity with Maya.

Breathless, we ease away from each other. She takes my hand and leads me into her bedroom. A flash of doubt shadows her eyes. Before my passion muddled brain reacts, she steps away and lights a trio of candles on the dresser. “Ambiance is always good.”

Lifting the hem of her dress she exposes her knee. “I’d like to keep the brace on, if that’s okay? For support?”

“You don’t need permission, honey. Whatever makes you comfortable, secure. Whatever you want.”

“I want you, Phil. More than I can stand.”

“Then stop standing, baby doll. Let’s get you comfortable.”

I’m shocked when she reaches under her skirt and removes her panties. My jaw drops when she shimmies out of the dress. Since she wasn’t wearing a bra, she now stands before me, bathed in candlelight, naked except for the black brace supporting her knee. “Oh, Maya. My beautiful Maya.”

She’s worked her knee a lot today so her limp is more pronounced when she walks toward me. I meet her in the center of the large room and sweep her up into my arms.

“Phil, put me down,” she laughs.

“When I’m damn good and ready.” I carry her three steps to her bed and sit on the edge with her on my lap. My hand glides over the warm, trembling skin on her side up and over her breasts. I hesitate only a moment before dipping my fingers between her legs.

I groan at the silk of her smooth mound and the evidence of her arousal. Slipping a finger between her folds, I capture her sigh with a kiss. Now I’m desperate for her, my mouth demanding as I tease her clit. Somehow without stopping the kiss, I ease her to the bed. “I’ve got to taste you, baby doll.”

Using pillows, I prop up and protect her knee. Her eyelids are half lowered as she watches me care for her comfort. Her little half smile is so damn sexy. “I really wish you’d take your shirt off.”

It’s a struggle to tear myself from her for even the shortest time. I manage to stand and pull my polo over my head.

“Can I change my wish?”

“Anything.”

She licks her lower lip and my cock jumps. “I don’t think it’s fair that I’m nekkid and you’re not.”

“Nekkid?” The word makes me laugh, the idea…best idea so far. “I can do that.”

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