“Hey, now,” I said, gently pulling her back to lie down. I took the sweater from her hands and tossed it on the floor. There was no way I was going to change my mind, and I prayed she didn’t either. I’d come too close to dying, not just once, but many times. The plane crash had been the worst, though. I couldn’t imagine leaving this planet not knowing how it felt to hold Sloane’s naked body in my arms.
I leaned forward and kissed her. “I want this,” I murmured.
“I want it too.”
I smiled. “Good.”
She rolled to her side, took one of my hands, and put it back on her breast.
“You like that, huh?”
Sloane nodded.
“Me too.”
It wasn’t easy to take my time. I wanted to grab a condom, roll it on, spread her legs, and finally know how it felt to be inside her. But where Sloane had seemed in a hurry earlier, now she was taking her time, exploring me with her eyes and hands. As painfully hard as I was, I still had to let her.
“Your body…”
“What about it?” I asked.
“It’s changed.”
I leaned forward and swirled her nipple with my tongue. “So has yours.”
She ran her hands from my shoulders down the front of me, stopping when she got to my pecs. “Do you like this too?” she asked, running her finger around my nipple. She laughed when I grabbed her hand. “I guess not.”
“Too sensitive right now for that.”
I might be able to wait to sink my cock into her heat, but I needed to touch her. I trailed my hand down and pushed open her thighs.
“Oh my God,” she groaned when I circled her drenched opening with my fingertip and then pressed against her clit with the pad of my thumb. She grabbed my wrist like I had her hand.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, not allowing her to move my hand away. “You need more, Sloane?” I put one finger inside her and then added a second. I couldn’t help but breathe a metaphorical sigh of relief that, while she was tight, I didn’t feel any kind of barrier. Not that I would know exactly what it felt like since, to my knowledge, I’d never had sex with a virgin.
“Can I touch you?” she whispered.
“Of course you can,” I said, guiding her hand to my steel-hard cock. That worried feeling crept back when it seemed like she hadn’t touched one before. “Put your hand around me.” When she did, I put mine on top of hers. “Harder,” I said, squeezing her fingers. “That’s it.” Damn, it had been too long since I’d been with a woman, and her touch felt so fucking good. “Stop,” I groaned.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“No. Not at all.” I reached over, grabbed a condom packet, opened it, and rolled it on.
“Good thing they’re extra large,” Sloane teased when I gritted my teeth.
“I can’t wait,” I said. I placed my cock at her entrance and eased in. Her fingernails dug into my shoulders, and her eyes opened wide. “We’ll take it slow,” I said as much to myself as to her. I felt her body softening and slid inside a little farther. “You doing okay, Sloane?” I asked.
“You’re so big.”
“Why, thank you,” I said, sliding in another inch.
Sloane closed her eyes and arched her neck. “More,” she moaned.
“You’re so wet,” I said, allowing myself to thrust deeper.
She opened one eye. “Um, thanks?”
I pulled almost all the way out and then thrust back in, picking up the pace of my movement. When I reached down with one hand and fingered her clit, she almost came off the bed.