Page 83 of The Choices I've Made
She gave me a wicked grin and slid her hand back and forth one more time as my head fell back in delirium.
Where had my sweet, innocent Molly gone? And who was the vixen who had replaced her?
She thought my words were just playful banter, but I was dead serious. I’d thought about this moment forever. In the shower, late nights in bed.
I was ready.
Too ready.
And, now that it was a reality, like hell I was going to lose it all over her guest sheets. At least, not the first time. Ready to take charge once again, I moved. Taking her by surprise, I grabbed her waist and flipped her underneath me.
If we had just tonight, I’d damn well spend every minute buried deep inside her.
Starting now.
She said nothing, her eyes never leaving mine as I made quick work of ridding her of her lace bra and panties.
“You buy those especially for me?” I asked, a twinge of jealousy gnawing at my gut at the thought of her wearing them for anyone else.
She nodded sheepishly.
“Good,” I grinned.
The moment of jealousy had distracted me from what was right in front of me.
Molly. Naked.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I whispered.
“So are you.”
Her words were so heartfelt, my chest tightened as I choked back the words on the tip of my tongue, words I’d never be able to say to her.
Ever again.
“Are you sure, Molly? I don’t want to—”
“I’m sure, Jake,” she assured me.
I smoothed back her blonde hair, kissing her forehead, as she nestled between my arms. She felt so small, just like she had all those years ago. But, unlike then, she had the gaze of a woman. A strong, take-no-prisoners fierceness I found not only admirable, but also incredibly sexy. She held that dirty girl stare, meant for no one but me as I pulled a condom from my suitcase. Whatever had made me throw a couple of these in here last minute was surely nothing short of a damn miracle.
Quickly sliding it on, my hands shook in anticipation as Molly’s hands ran up and down my thighs, her fingertips skimming the curves of my ass.
“Something else about me that’s different,” I finally said, after I’d finished with the condom. My hands slid across her hips, savoring the silky softness of her skin. I made a path down the backs of her thighs until finally I reached the backs of her knees.
“What’s that?” she asked, her breath catching as I suddenly pushed her legs back, exposing her in the most erotic way. My eyes flashed red, catching a glimpse of that tight, wet heat.
“This,” I said, thrusting forward with little warning.
She instantly cried out, and our bodies joined together for the first time in over a decade.
“Shit, you feel good, Mols,” I groaned.
Stopping for a moment to allow her body a second to acclimate to my size, I let my head fall back. My hands gripped her knees as my cock buried itself deep into her slick, wet folds.
Nothing could be better than this.
Nothing.
