Page 58 of Double Exposure

“I’m sor—y” I try to say, but he slips a finger inside my vagina, gently probes deeper and immediately finds the spot behind my pubic bone. I hiss and arch under him and then he leans down, watching me, almost inspecting me, before he captures my lips in his.

His finger leaves and warmly traces a pattern from my sex to my stomach and I clutch at his back.

The heater pings.

It’s growing warmer in the room.

He breathes into my ear. “You are so beautiful Jade. The moment I saw you. Oh my god, I just wanted you.”

I reach down and touch him, hold him and his cock beats in my palm. Sex is not my strong point. I usually feel like I don’t know what I’m doing, but with him, everything seems right.

“Just a minute,” he says and pushes off from the bed with one hand. I hear the crinkle of foil.

When he returns, he’s ready. I smile at him but feel tears start.

Why?

Sliding hands under his shirt, I feel his muscles, hard, unyielding yet his skin is so soft. Hair swirls across his pecs and when I take fingernails and rake his nipples, his shoulders tremble for a moment. Then he grabs my thermal shirt and peels me out of it, pulling it over my head. I lay looking up at him, arms stretched.

He looks down at me, into me, I am exposed, laid bare. Taking one hand I guide him into me, slowly. He is so hard—it’s delicious to watch his face the deeper he plunges into me. My sex stretches to fit him, and the tension is exquisite. His eyes close, and his jaw quivers as I raise my hips.

“Can you feel me?” I whisper, gripping him internally.

“Yes.”

I move my hips from side to side and then slide back down. His arms shake for a moment before he opens his eyes again.

“See? You can go deeper,” I say.

This time he sinks into me, all the way until our public bones touch. We both look. I can’t tell where one begins and the other ends except for the feeling inside. He holds his breath so long, I’m afraid he’ll pass out and then he exhales and shoves an arm under my chest. My chest arches back, I loop my arms under his and feel his back muscles rippling with the effort of every successive thrust.

His body is so strong, moving with such power over me, around me, it’s overwhelming. Our rhythm is perfect, our bodies touching at exquisite moments of intense pressure and then to feather touches where goosepimples can rise.

I spasm under him, my body trembles, feeling his touch, his skin, his weight on top of me.

At one point, he takes my hair, smooths it back from my forehead with one hand while supporting his weight with the other, and kisses me on my eyelids. When he pulls out halfway, he stares at me again and smiles.

His hips rise slightly and then he sinks into me, watching my face the entire time. “I think I love Jade Choi,” he says.

I gasp. My eyes close and I turn my head. His lips meet mine and with a kiss, he turns my head back to face him.

“Look at me, Jade,” he whispers.

I do. And he rises and sinks again. My vagina quivers with all of him.

“You are beautiful.”

And again.

“You are brave.” His hips rise again.

This time when he slides into me, my hands tremble on his shoulders and slide down his arms to his wrists. I grip him as spasm after spasm after spasm takes me to him and away.

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The morning is glorious. To be outside in the Rockies with the smell of roasted coffee with my hands wrapped around a warm mug, is a gift. To wake up lying next to a man who says he loves me, is heaven. I breathe in the pristine crispness of snowy air. In a moment the sliding glass door opens and Carter joins me on the balcony. The warmth of Carter's arm encircling my waist makes me almost giddy.

“Hey,” he says and kisses the top of my head.