Page 33 of Ironside
“My physical therapist gave me these exercises to help me loosen up and make sex easier. And I have dilators—they ease the tightness. It just takes a while.”
I nodded, listening as she talked.
“Do you think that’s why I brought you here tonight, petal?”
“I mean…yes. Spending the night at your boyfriend’s house is probably going to lead to sex. At least, I hope it does anyway.”
I breathed a faint laugh, skimming my hands up and down her sides. My fingers grazed the zipper on the back of her dress and I gave it a playful tug, pulling it down a few inches.
“Boyfriend, huh? You make me sound like I’m twenty years younger.”
“And you make me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world,” she replied.
I hummed against her lips as I kissed her.
“Because you are.”
I dragged the zipper all the way down, sliding the dress off her body until it pooled in a billow of fabric around her ankles. Lena toed her flats off and quickly unhooked her bra, letting it drop to the floor, too.
“Fuck,” I moaned as my gaze roamed over her. Drinking in every naked curve. “Lena…shit, I’d love nothing more than to be inside you right now.”
She shifted in place, twisting her fingers together. Even in the dim interior of my home, I could see the hopeful gleam in her green eyes.
But I remembered the pain she felt on that work table from inserting just one finger. Deep down, I was worried that Lena was pushing herself too fast, too far, and too hard, just to ensure that she wouldn’t lose me.
“Sweetheart, I invited you here because I want you in my life,” I said. “I want you to feel good and safe and happy in my home.”
“But I do,” she said with soft insistence. “That’s why I brought it up. You’re the only man that I feel safe enough to try to have sex with.”
She gripped my forearm, bare breasts brushing against my bicep. I blew out a breath, aching at how sweet and trusting she was. Those men she’d dated before were idiots to miss out on a gem like her.
“Okay,” I said. “We’ll give it a shot. But if it hurts, we stop. Don’t force it, all right?”
Lena smiled as bright as the sun, squeezing my arm tighter. Leading her through the house, I took her to my bedroom and turned on my bedside lamp. A muted glow washed over us, casting her strawberry blonde hair into shades of gold.
When I turned to face her, she lowered her gaze and unbuckled my belt, wrapping her fingers around my length.
“You have the prettiest cock,” she murmured.
A growl thundered deep in my chest, and I throbbed harder in her grip.
“Fuck, petal, you look as innocent as an angel, and then you say shit like that.”
She flicked a glance up at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“I guess you bring out my wild side.”
Releasing my cock for a moment, Lena stripped off my shirt, gliding her soft, delicate hands over my chest, mapping my tattooed forearms. Her nail polish was an elegant lavender color this time, a mesmerizing contrast to my tanned, inked skin.
By now, my cock jutted out like a rod of steel, leaking precum. I gritted my teeth, willing my hot, racing blood to calm down. I needed to take things slow for Lena’s sake.
Reaching behind me, I pulled open the nightstand drawer and grabbed the bottle of lube stashed there. I pressed it into her hands as I kicked off my boots.
“You’re on top tonight, sweetheart,” I said. “You control the pace.”
Climbing onto the bed, I patted my lap, inviting her to take a seat. Lena clutched the bottle of lube tightly in both hands, her shoulders rising a little high. Taking her by the hips, I guided her to straddle me.
“Breathe, petal,” I whispered, kissing her jawline, mouthing at her tits. “Just breathe.”
