Page 95 of Here's to Yesterday

Holy fuck.The scene I walk back in on is possibly the hottest thing I’ve ever had the pleasure ofwitnessing.

My quiet, shy, sweet Maura is lying naked on my bed, looking sinful as hell with her fingers inside herself.Inside herself.And she’s staring at me.She’s fucking staring atme.

If my dick weren’t already rock hard, that would have sealed thedeal.

I quickly remove my black sweats and cover myself with the condom, her eyes watching my every movement. I give myself one, two strokes and crawl into the bed, holding myself aboveher.

We don’t speak as I position my cock at her entrance or as she lifts her hips and helps herself onto me. We don’t say a word as I push past her tight muscles and bury myself fully inside in her. In fact, the only sounds are our heartbeats, loud anderratic.

Maura meets every slow thrust, tightening herself around me at all the right times. She locks her legs around my ass, pushing me into her harder and harder, until our heartbeats are replaced by the sounds of our bodies slamming together in a syncedrhythm.

Sweat beads its way down my back as I drop to my elbows, bringing us flush together and changing our position into shorter thrusts. I place my forehead against Maura’s and rest my mouth on hers. That’s all I do. I merely rest it. Every movement lets our lips brush. It’s soft and intimate, and it feels damngood.

“Tuck…,” I feel rather than hear her say. “I…think…oh!”

There comes a time in a man’s life when he learns that women have lied to him about his sexual prowess in bed. This moment is mytime.

Because for the first time in twenty-four years, Ifeela woman’sorgasm.

Maura’s muscles tighten and pull around my dick, and the feeling is fucking incredible. So incredible that I follow her into oblivion about two thrusts later, collapsing on top of her in a haze I’ve never encountered before. I assume that this time, this amazing, wonderful time, was so good because of the person it happened with. Maura. It always leads back toMaura.

After lying there for several moments, I pull myself from her body and roll away before things start getting messy. Walking across the hall butt naked, I clean myself and take a glance in the mirror. The first thing I notice is my flush. The second thing is my eyes. They’re glowing. They’re happy.I’mhappy. Smiling to myself, I shake myhead.

Finally.I finally gother.

My heart does that stupidbeat beat skipthing it’s been doing since last year when I first couldn’t get Maura out of my head. I realize then how stupid itisn’tand how amazing itis.

Because I loveher.

The apartment is still quiet as I make my way back into the bedroom. Maura gets up and takes a turn cleaning herself. She comes back in a few minutes later and crawls into bed next to me. At this point I’m worried that something’s wrong since we haven’t spoken a word to one another, but then she snuggles up next to me. I automatically welcome her warmth and wrap my arm aroundher.

“Tucker?”

“Yeah?” I say, my throat scratchy from being quiet for solong.

I wonder if she didn’t hear me since she doesn’t speak straight away. But then shedoes.

“That was incredible,” she admitsquietly.

I laugh lightly. “I get that a lot.” I yelp when she pinches my nipple. “Okay, fine, I deserved that. Kindof.”

I grab her hand before she can do it again and hold it against my chest. She flattens her palm out over the hole sitting over my heart. I can feel her breaths on my chest. She’s trying to match her breathing to mine, and it’s the cutest thing ever. We lie there in the stillness of the moment, enjoying be wrapped up in oneanother.

“I’m sorry,” I hear hersay.

My eyebrows pinch together. “Forwhat?”

Maura doesn’t answer immediately, and I begin drifting off before she speaksagain.

“For not picking you in the beginning. I let your appearance and my need for my parents’ approval stop me. I feel like we’ve missed out on a lot because of it.” I feel her blow out an unsteady breath. “And I feel like I gave away a part of myself that I should have saved foryou.”

I want to be able to tell her it’s okay, but it’s not. I feel like we’ve wasted a lot of time avoiding our feelings and skating around something that could have been amazing from thebeginning.

And yes, I’m jealous as fuck that another man has touched her. I hate it. But it’s not like I went into this untouched, so I can’t fault her for havingurges.

Instead of telling her all this, I shrug the best I can in our position and say, “We’ve got the now together. Stop worrying about theyesterdays.”

She suddenly sits, hand still on my chest, and stares down at me with her mouth sitting slightlyajar.

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