Page 40 of Catching Our Moment

Shaw

“Ride it out, honey,” I said with the minimal breath left in my lungs. I had to remind my heart to beat because I was sure it had stopped. That moment would be tattooed on my brain forever. Shudders continued to run through her body, and my dick was out of patience and about to rebel.

She slumped over me as I pulled my hand from her panties, and our breathing synced. I caressed her back, memorizing every detail of that moment so it would always be with me.

“I think you’ve destroyed me.”

I chuckled. “Not quite.” The heat between me and her wetness was causing my dick to demand we pick things up. Kelcie slowly pushed up on me again, and holy shit…I needed her to stop riding me before I embarrassed myself.

She trailed a hand down my chest to my boxers. “My turn.” The confident grin she shot me as she gripped my dick, the way she trailed herself down my abdomen, was mesmerizing.

I wouldn’t survive getting past her lips. “Kelcie, I don’t think I can…”

She trailed kisses all over my abdomen as her hands pulled down my pants, cutting off my ability to protest.

I gritted my teeth and failed to notice that she had also removed her panties.

We were both naked.

“Wait, Kelce. Let me get a condom.”

“I went to the doctor. We’re covered,” she breathed. “Are you?—?”

“Yes, I was tested last week as part of the physical,” I said, and we simultaneously grinned. This was going to happen.

Leaning over me, she said, “Is this okay?”

I cupped her face but was unable to form coherent words, so I kissed her. Her hair was disheveled and barely retained any shape of a ponytail. I pulled the tie out of her hair, throwing it aside and letting her thick waves fall between us.

My God, she was the beauty that was meant for me. I tucked a few strands behind her ear.

“I just figured…with your shoulder…it would be better if I was on top,” she said softly as she licked her bottom lip.

“Bossy, even in bed.”

“That’s not true?—”

I put the thumb that had previously been in her panties to her lips, and she sucked it into her mouth.

She nipped my thumb, positioned herself over me, and all I could do was watch as she guided me inside her. And then she began to move— we began to move—captured in a hypnotic dance.

My breath hitched as I marveled at this unimaginable connection we’d never had before. A new level of us we’d never breached. It was the missing link.

She was mine.

She braced her hands on my chest for leverage, and her nails bit into my skin. My hands gripped her hips, afraid she’d disappear.

Did choirs of angels sing? Did the heavens part?

Hell, yeah, they could have—but we wouldn’t have known.

In sync, we moaned each other’s names, tethering us to the world as we found our release.

I rolled her over to her side, and she nuzzled into me, her head dipping under my chin and warming my chest. We held each other with as much skin touching as possible.

She turned to face me. “So, I guess you’re happy to see me?”

“Woman, you laid me out. I’m barely conscious.” I leaned up, catching her lips.

“Well, then, I guess it’s safe to say we are definitely doing that again.”

“Now that you’re here, I may never let you go,” I said, only half-kidding.

A shadow fell over her face, and her smile seemed a bit forced. She snuggled down into me as if she were burrowing to safety.

And why did I sense that was the wrong thing to say?