Page 114 of A Real Goode Time

Naked together again, finally.

And this time, there would be no stopping at fooling around.

I palmed the lush weight of her breast. “I have a bit of a fail to admit.”

She pulled back to meet my eyes. “And that would be what?”

“I don’t…I didn’t bring any condoms. I may have some somewhere in my stuff in the back of my truck, but…”

“Have you been with anyone?”

“No. Not since a few weeks before I met you, almost four months ago.”

“So you’d be clean.”

“Absolutely.” I swallowed hard. “But…I would be anyway, because I’ve always been safe, you know?” I hesitated. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying I got on birth control not long after you left. I’m saying, I just want you.” She grasped me, caressed me with a sigh as if relieved to have me in her hand again. “I don’t want anything between us. I want our first time together to be…just us. Nothing else.”

“Tor, even birth control ain’t a hundred percent guarantee against pregnancy.”

“If I got pregnant, would you leave?”

“Ain’t a thing could happen that could get me to leave, now I’m here.”

“Then we’ll take that risk.”

Her fist gliding down my length was glorious—I’d obviously been celibate since leaving her, obviously, except for frequent use of my own fist accompanied by thoughts of her and the things we’d done together. Her hand on me, then, was utter heaven.

I let her touch me for a minute, and then lifted her up and set her on the bed. She refused to let me out of her touch, and when I pulled away so I could kiss her throat and then her breasts, she palmed my head and grasped my shoulders, and as I kissed lower and lower, she gathered my head in her hands.

“Oh god, Rhys, I’ve dreamed of you between my thighs. Your mouth. That stubble.”

I tasted her. “Been thinking about growing a beard, if I’m gonna be an Alaskan.”

She laughed, and the laugh became a gasp. “I don’t think it’s a prerequisite for living in Alaska, but I’d love to see you with a full beard.” Another gasp as I lapped at her, swirled my tongue around her clit. “I bet it would feel so good on my skin when you’re going down on me.”

And then there was no more talking as I brought her to the crumbling, desperate edge. She got there, but pushed me away before she fell over the edge. She pulled me up.

“I’ve had such trouble reaching orgasm without you,” she whispered. “I’ve tried so many times, but I just…I’d get close, but I can’t get all the way there.”

“So why not let me take you all the way?”

She slid lower so she was fully under me, lined up perfectly. She spread her thighs apart, grasped me, and brought me to her slit. “Because when I finally come again, it’s going to be with you inside me.”

“It’s been so long without you that I ain’t gonna last long,” I told her, growling as she writhed against me, grasping me, teasing her slit with the head my cock.

“Good,” she whispered. “We have all night, all day. We have the rest of our lives together. I just want this to be…beautiful, and desperate.”

“I’ll try to be gentle.”

“I know you will.” She held my eyes, one hand on my cock, the other wrapped around the back of my neck. “You’ll take care of me. You’ll make me feel so good. So loved. So beautiful.”

She bit her lower lip, sucked in a deep, slow breath. Held it. Nestled me between her lips. Hesitated. I wanted this part to be at her pace, her way. So I held still, let her lead, let her guide. She paused, let out her breath, shaky, emotional. Then she tilted her hips and slid more of me into her, and holyfuckshe was so tight, so tight it was like a vise, and she was already squeezing me, I felt her walls clamping and pulsing around me.

“Oh god,” she breathed.

“Okay?” I whispered.