Page 34 of Never Enough

“Then make love to me.”

He presses a sweet kiss to my lips, then stands from the bed. He drops his boxer briefs, and then he's just there. Standing in front of me completely naked in the low light of the bedroom, and I can't breathe.

He's magnificent. All of him. The broad, muscled shoulders and the thick chest and the narrow waist and the strong thighs and. Long and hard and heavy, jutting out from his body without apology.

“You’re so damn sexy, it’s kind of annoying,” I say.

He grins. “I live to annoy you, my wife.”

That makes me laugh.

“Oh, I’m not sure if I have any condoms,” he says suddenly.

"It's okay," I say. "I'm on the pill. And I'm clean." I hesitate, then add with a small, self-deprecating smile, "It's, um, been a really long time for me. Like, an embarrassingly long time."

He swallows visibly. Drops down next to me on the bed, still holding the condom, and the mattress dips under his weight. "I'm clean too. Got a clean bill of health last month." He pauses. "And it's been a hell of a lot longer than that since I've been with someone."

Something warm blooms in my chest at that admission. At the vulnerability of it.

"I trust you," I tell him. And I mean it in ways that extend far beyond condoms and clean bills of health. I trust him with my body and I trust him with my heart. I never thought I’d be able to do that, but today is a new beginning for us.

“I’ve waited so long for this I just want it to be perfect,” he admits. “I want to be amazing for you. And I’m fucking terrifying I’m going to go off like a damned rocket the minute I slide inside of you.”

“And if you do, you do and we’ll do it again later. It’ll be perfect because it’s me and you. I don’t need some big performance. You already made me come more than Andrew ever did.”

He leans back a little. “Wait, really?”

“Yeah. He was not a very attentive lover. Thankfully, we didn’t sleep together but a couple of times.”

Then he's lowering himself on top of me, and the full weight of him presses me into the mattress. His hips wedge between my thighs, spreading me open, and I feel the long, hard length of him brush against my inner thigh. Hot silk over steel.

He reaches between us. Notches himself at my entrance.

And slowly—so slowly it makes my eyes flutter shut—he pushes inside.

There's pressure. Fullness. A stretch that borders on overwhelming as my body opens to accommodate him. But no pain. Just the thick, insistent slide of him filling me inch by inch, and the realization that nothing, no fantasy, no dream, no years of imagining, could have prepared me for how it would feel to have Henry inside me.

"Goddamn, you're wrecking me, Firefly." His voice is shattered. Raw. He thrusts all the way in, his hips flush against mine, and then he stills. Looks down at me.

His arms tremble on either side of my head.

I wrap my legs around his waist, hooking my feet at the ankles and squeezing him to me, pulling him impossibly deeper. I don't want space between us. Not anymore. Not ever.

"You feel so good." His forehead drops to mine. "I don't know how long I can make this last. You're so hot inside, and wet." He presses a kiss to my mouth. Soft. Almost reverent. "Perfect. You're perfect."

"You feel perfect too," I whisper. And it's true. He fits inside me like he was made for this exact space, and that thought should terrify me but right now it just feels like coming home. "You can move now. I'm good."

"Did I hurt you?"

"No." I cup his face with both hands and hold his gaze. "You feel amazing."

His blue eyes blaze. He shifts positions so he’s almost sitting back on his knees. He’s got me angled just right. He's deeper now, hitting places I didn't know existed, and his eyes are locked on where our bodies are joined. On the place where he disappears inside me.

"I have to watch," he says. His voice is barely human.

Then he starts to move.

Shallow at first. Slow, controlled rolls of his hips that make me feel every ridge and inch of him. Then longer. Harder. Deep, driving thrusts that push me up the mattress and punch the air from my lungs.