Page 58 of The Sweet Spot
This is my fantasy come to life—Chris, all mine. As I undress him, he undresses me. It’s almost a race to see who can finish first. When he’s naked, I push him, gently because of his arm, onto the bed.
He falls on his back, grinning, and scoots up the bed so his head is on a pillow. “Go easy on me, honey. I’minjured.”
“Trust me, I am going to go easy on you. In fact, I’m going to do all the work this time, so you can just lie back and relax. Remember I told you I’d show you what my fantasy is?”
He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing sharply. I think I have his attention.
I open the top drawer of my nightstand and retrieve a condom packet. I tear it open and toss it on the bed beside him. “We’ll get to that in a bit. Just relax for now.”
I crawl over to him on the bed and start kissing him. Not surprisingly, he wraps his arms around me and pulls me to his chest, so my breasts are pressed against him.
Also not surprising, he winces and groans—and not in a sexy way. His shoulder is hurting him.
“I told you to leave the sling on. Now you’re going to overuse your arm.”
“Don’t care. I want my arms around you—both of them.” He pulls me close and kisses me. His mouth is hot and hungry, like he can’t get enough. I guess, like me, he’s waited a long time for this.
I rise up on my hands and knees so I can maneuver better. I crawl over him and lean down to kiss his throat. He arches his neck to give me better access. I trail kisses along his good shoulder and down his arm. His biceps are rock hard.Everything about him is lean and firm, quite a contrast to my body, which is pretty much the opposite. I never have time to exercise, and I taste way too many of my pies and donuts.
He moans when I kiss my way across his chest. When I flick one of his flat nipples with the tip of my tongue, he cries out, arching his back off the mattress. He fists the sheet beneath him, straining to lie still.
“Careful,” I remind him. “Your shoulder.”
He gasps. “Fuck my shoulder. Honestly, I couldn’t care less about it right now.”
I chuckle. “You will tomorrow morning.”
He chokes back a laugh. “You’re assuming I’m going to survive tonight.”
My tongue follows the path of his happy trail, that thin line of dark hair that leads to his groin. That’s where I’m headed.
When I finally wet my lips and take him in my mouth, he swears a blue streak. He pets my head, his fingers alternately burrowing into my hair, gripping, flexing, and gripping again. “Oh, God, baby.”
I glance up at him. His teeth are gritted, his eyes tightly closed.
I taste his precum on my tongue, savoring the warm, salty tang. I feel so safe with him, so free, like I can do anything I want, and it’ll be okay. I won’t be judged or criticized. That was all David ever did—criticize me.
I shake all thoughts of my ex from my head. He’s out of the picture now. I have a restraining order against him. Surely that will be enough to keep him away from me. He’ll have to go find his pot of money at the base of some other rainbow.
I reach for the condom packet and open it the rest of the way. As I roll it onto his erection, I realize it’s a good thing he bought extra large.
“I promise to be gentle with you,” I say as I throw my leg over his hips.
When he realizes what I’m about to do, his eyes widen. “God, you really are trying to kill me.”
I position myself over his hips and reach between my legs to wrap my fingers around him and put him where I need him. When I sneak a peek at his face, I see that his gaze is locked on my hand. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so intense.
“It’s been a while for me, so don’t expect much,” I say. It’s true. I haven’t been with anyone since David. “It’s like starting all over again, right?”
He grips my thighs with both hands. “Honey, you couldn’t do it wrong if you tried.”
Bolstered by his encouragement, I start to lower myself, stopping abruptly when I feel the broad head of his cock right at my entrance. I know I’m wet. I’m so aroused, I’m aching. My body is soreadyfor this. But he’s on the big side, and my body has been in hibernation for a long time.
Slowly, I sink down, driving the head of his erection into me. I feel a delicious stretch and a slight burn that makes me gasp. His hands clamp down on my thighs, squeezing so strongly, a pained whimper escapes me. He releases me immediately and pets the area in apology.
I rise up and lower myself, over and over, each time sinking a little farther down on him, taking more of his length into me. His chest rises and falls hard, as if he’s struggling to catch his breath.
I’m only halfway there when he says, “It’s okay if you can’t—”
