Page 73 of Traces Of You

“I know what you need,” he said, his hand sliding up her inner thigh, his fingertips moving some fluid around, then invading her deeply.

“Ohhhhhh,” she said, lifting to send him deeper. “Yes. Just like that.”

He was thrusting his finger in and out, her hips matching. It’d been so long since she’d had an orgasm and never when she had sex. Always during masturbating on her own.

No one ever took the time with her. Ever made her feel she could open herself up enough to let them in. Never cared if she received the same pleasure or was even worthy of it.

Half the time she faked it to not piss them off. She was good at faking things in life and sex was just one more aspect for self-preservation.

She was so close to coming now and he just stopped. Was this going to be a repeat of everything she’d experienced before? What did she do to turn him off? Was she not enough yet again?

He literally stopped and moved off the bed.

Her eyes popped open to ask him why, if she did something wrong, but her mouth stayed silent when his shirt was pulled over his head.

Oh. My. God.

His chest.

It was huge!

She thought his arms were big and defined, but that was nothing compared to the dual pecs that stood out as if an artist sculpted them on his body.

It didn’t end there.

There were grooves and ridges all over his waist. She always thought six-pack abs were a myth.

Nope. Not in her bedroom tonight they weren’t.

And that deep V that disappeared into a man’s jeans.

Ford had that too.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

Reenie closed her mouth, gulped and nodded her head.

He laughed. A husky sound that vibrated around the room.

He reached into his back pocket, found his wallet and pulled out a condom to toss on the bed by her.

She grabbed it and ripped it open. There was no way she was waiting for him to play with her more.

His jeans and underwear dropped and she saw that every part of his body was uniform in size.

“Come here,” she said.

He walked toward her, his dick big and swaying, her eyes not wanting to leave it.

He reached his hand out for the condom and she handed it over.

He covered himself, then got on the bed. “It will be fine,” he said.

“I know. I can’t wait any longer.”

Ford covered her again, his hands on the bed, his weight resting on them.

His mouth went to hers. The kiss started gentle again. Slow and steady and building the steam for the combustion to blow soon enough.