“Take me to bed, Jordan.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I lifted her into my arms, making her gasp then giggle as I carried her to the bed, placing her on the mattress. I followed her, my body pressing her down into the thick covering as I captured her mouth. We kissed endlessly. Long and hard. Soft and gentle. Exploring and discovering each other. Tasting and learning.

I couldn’t stop touching her everywhere with my hands and my mouth. I discovered the slope of her shoulder, the elegant length of her throat, the spot behind her ear that made her shiver. Her nipples were firm peaks as I tongued and sucked them, making her groan. Her hips fit perfectly in my hands.

She was ticklish behind her knees, her shapely calves strong and smooth under my touch. I ghosted my fingers up her thighs, laughing as she sat up, pushing me back and demanding her turn to explore.

It had been a long time since anyone had explored my body—and I enjoyed every second of it. Her tongue was talented and inquisitive as she traced it over my ribs, up my neck, and along my jaw. She used her sharp teeth to nip at my ears, tease the juncture where neck met shoulder, and nibbled at my chest. She tongued my nipples then slipped lower to my stomach.

“You are so defined,” she murmured against my skin. “So sexy, Jordan.”

“Aiden and Van keep me in shape.”

She sat back on my thighs, her eyes locked on mine as she traced over my aching erection. “Is this for me?”

I groaned as she slipped her hand inside my boxers and wrapped her fingers around me. “Yes,” I choked out.

She stroked me, her eyes glittering in the muted lighting of the room. “So hard, Jordan. So…big.” Her finger circled the crown. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”

Her words released something inside me. With a low growl, I had her under me, our mouths fused together. She yanked at my boxers, then used her feet to drag them down my legs, pushing them off impatiently. She opened her legs, and I settled into the cradle of her body, feeling the heat of her surround me. The blunt head of my cock rubbed against her, the slickness of her making me groan.

I pushed up on my elbows, meeting her eyes. “It’s been six years for me, Sandy.”

“It’s been almost four for me.” She sighed. “And it was very sparse before that. With Max’s age and his medical condition, our physical relationship was limited to cuddles a lot of the time.”

I nodded. It had been the same in the last stage of Anna’s illness. I knew Sandy had lived with Max’s deteriorating health and the large age gap for longer. We both understood what the other had experienced. I kissed her gently. “I know,” I assured her.

Her lips curled into a sexy smirk. “Is this our safety talk? I’m too old to get pregnant.”

I pushed back a strand of hair from her flushed cheek. She was gorgeous with her mussed hair spread on the pillow, her lips swollen from mine, and her skin warm and glowing. I had to smile at her teasing words. “I had a vasectomy years ago,” I told her. “I do have condoms if you feel better.”

She wrapped her legs around me, bringing me farther into her warmth. “No. Just you.”

With a groan, I lifted her hips and thrust forward. She opened for me like petals opening for the morning sun. I was surrounded, the heat of her scorching me in the best way possible. Inch by inch, I sank into her until we were flush. I stilled, the moment and its significance overwhelming.

I opened my eyes and met her hazel gaze. Her eyes were brimming with emotion. “You’re mine now, my darling.”

“Show me,” she whispered.

I began to move. Long, languid strokes, our bodies joining together in a rhythm as old as time. There was no screaming or thrashing. There was passion, a deep abiding connection we both felt. We kissed endlessly, murmuring words of adoration, promises whispered against slick skin as we rocked together, the pleasure so intense, I felt as if I would burn alive with it.

Sandy’s sounds were erotic. Low whimpers, pleading moans, my name sighed out in long breathless gasps. I moved and thrust, kissed every inch of her skin I could, clutched her to me as my body began to shake. She grasped my shoulders, drew her legs higher, moved with me as if we’d done this a hundred times before. She anchored me to her as I reached my pinnacle, shouting out her name, thrusting deeper, gripping her hips as I shook and begged.

“Come with me, Sandy. Please…please,” I pleaded.

She cried out, her hold tightening on my neck, her voice imploring and shaking. Long forgotten tendrils of ecstasy swirled around me, sending me to a place somewhere outside my body. We were slick with sweat, the room filled with our cries, nothing outside this moment mattering anymore. It was me claiming Sandy, and her cementing herself into my heart. My body now belonged to her, as well as my soul.

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