Page 89 of A Very Happy Easter

“Us.” I twisted in his arms and knelt in front of him. “I like the sound of us.”

Then I kissed him. And it felt so right, so natural, that I forgot to panic. I forgot to breathe too, and I didn’t suck in air until we broke apart what seemed like an age later.

Everything had changed.

I’d changed. The past was the past, and I had a future with Heath to look forward to.

And he’d changed. The softness was gone. He watched me with burning intensity, and when he relaxed his legs so I could straddle him, I felt his rapidly hardening cock pressing against my core. I shifted against it, eliciting a groan.

“How come it never did that before?” I whispered.

“Sheer fucking willpower.”

I choked out a laugh. “What do we do now?”

“You do whatever you want, and I go along with it.”

“Like what?”

“Whatever makes you feel good. There’s nothing you can do to me that I won’t enjoy.”

I made sure I kept my face straight. “How do you feel about butt plugs?”

Heath’s soft smile slipped a fraction. “Butt plugs?”

I waited a good ten seconds before I burst into laughter. “Your expression… Ohmigosh.”

“All I can say is that you’d better use plenty of lube.”

I loved this man. I loved him so much.

His eyes widened when I pulled off my shirt, and he lifted his arms for me to remove his. My bra quickly followed, and I pushed my breasts together, relishing his look of wonder.

“Are you a boob man or an ass man?”

“I’m an Edie Renner man.”

Heath leaned forward and sucked a nipple into his mouth, sending sparks shooting between my legs. All the fear and shame and disgust I’d felt for thirteen years fell away, leaving only desperation and a delicious sense of apprehension behind. Heath’s love erased the worst parts of me. And he did love me. He showed it with every word, every touch, every action.

I slid his shorts down his hips, and his cock sprang free. Oh hell, it was big. A little daunting, in fact, but now the dam had been broken, and I shoved bad memories to the side along with my knickers. Thank goodness I’d worn a skirt today. I ran a finger through my folds, and fuck, I was soaked.

“Touch yourself, Edie. Get yourself off.”

I circled my clit, something I’d had plenty of practice at without a man in my life, and slid back and forth along his shaft, leaving it slick and shiny. At some point in the last eight months, I’d begun picturing Heath as I played with myself, but now he was here in front of me, and it wasn’t enough.

I needed more.

I needed all of him.

When I angled my hips, he realised what I was about to do and put a hand on my thigh, stilling me.

“I didn’t bring condoms. Fuck, I thought it would jinx things if I did.”

“Do you have any communicable diseases?”

“No.”

“Well, neither do I.” Not anymore. Antibiotics had taken care of the problem.