Page 88 of Riding the Curve

“I’ll take care of you, sweetheart.”

When my lips close around hers, she sighs. Melting into my touch as I caress every one of her curves. With one hand I reach between us, aligning myself with her entrance, and carefully thrust my tip inside.

“Fuck, baby,” I rasp as her mouth falls wide open. “You’re so tight.”

Her fingers dig into my ass, shoving me further inside. The sensation makes us both groan into each other’s shoulders. I pause, letting her adjust to me. Also allowing myself a chance to focus on not losing it all before we even start.

“I’m okay, promise. Please keep going.”

My thumb brushes over her flushed cheeks as my other hand drifts down her thigh, lifting her knee up to get a better angle. Rolling my hips slowly at first, I revel in the way her eyes flutter shut in pleasure. Inch by inch, I gently ease myself in.

Hen’s eyes fly wide open as soon as I’m fully seated, and I devour her cry with my lips. The sting of her nails bite against the skin of my back. Her other hand grips my hair tightly, keeping me flush against her mouth. Neither of us dares to come up for air.

Over the past couple of years, I’ve been with quite a few women. Searching for what I had in front of me my entire life. But the one thing I never allowed myself to do was ‘make love.’

The way my entire body is vibrating with so many emotions makes me believe that is exactly what I’m doing now.

What we are doing.

With every rock of our bodies, it’s like we’re silently saying all the things we’ve been wanting to say for some many years. Filling in every crack that life has chipped away from us. With her body entangled with mine, I’ve never felt more stable, safe . . . loved.

“You feel so good,” she says as she wraps her legs tightly around me and her heels dig into my back.

Our bodies are slick with sweat, breaths rapid and uneven. My hips pick up pace on their own, chasing after the high building between us.

Our voices go quiet, only our bodies talking. But I don’t need her words to tell me what I can already feel. We are so in sync, almost like we’re in each other’s heads.

Henley’s walls tighten around me. She’s so close, and so am I. Reaching between us, I use my thumb to apply pressure and circle over where she needs it the most.

Once. Twice.

“Let go, beautiful,” I whisper against the shell of her ear, and she falls apart around me as I shatter at the same time inside her.

For a moment, all I see is stars.

Time becomes nonexistent as we lie in each other’s arms, catching our breaths. Hen is still on top of me. Head tucked into my chest as I comb my fingers through her hair.

Usually I get nervous in the silence. Being alone with it for too long gives my thoughts free rein to wreak havoc.

But not this morning.

This morning, all I feel is . . . peace.

“How are you feeling?”

“I think you broke me,” she mumbles against my chest.

“Broke you?” I snort.

“Yes.” She shifts her body so that she’s facing mine. Using her arms to hold her chin up, she raises one brow. “Your massive dick has rearranged my insides.”

I howl—yes, howl—with laughter. My chest shakes so hard, Henley rolls off to the side of me.

“I’m serious!” She’s laughing as well now. “I honestly don’t think I’m going to be able to walk or sit properly for the rest of the day!”

A squeal rips out of her as I roll on top of her, peppering every inch of her with kisses. The more she laughs, the more it encourages me. I love the sound of her laugh so much. I wish I could bottle it up for the days when I need a little instant dose of sunshine.

“I can kiss it and make it better, baby.” A devious smirk curls my lips as I pepper more kisses down her stomach.