Page 15 of Now You See Me
“A ghost with only one eye?” I ask as he advances on me with a white plastic sheet draped over his head.
“An invisible man with only one cock.” He pulls the sheet off and tosses it onto the bed. “I love the sound of your laugh. The way your face and eyes light up when you do.”
“Thank you.”
“No, sweetheart. Thank you,” he says, cupping my waist and holding me close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his body. “For answering my ad and getting to know me in a more real way than anyone else has. For bringing life to my existence.”
“For breaking your primary rule, for refusing to accept your pigheadedness when you tried to scare me away…” I add, before I get swept away in emotion and tell him the depth ofmyfeelings.
“Yeah, for those things, too.” He gives my waistline a gentle squeeze before releasing me. “Now get your sexy ass on the bed, the way you were before. I barely got started, and I was nowhere near finished.”
I add the condom package to the thin plastic sheet, and settle on the edge of the bed in front of him. There’s a lightthudas his knees hit the floor, then his hands are on my thighs, gently parting them. Goose bumps rise all over my body under his gentle, sensual touch. The closer he gets to my center, the faster my pulse races.
My hips have a mind of their own, tipping forward greedily the moment his fingers slide between my legs. I grab fistfuls of the duvet, because the more he rolls lazy circles over my clit, the more I want to grab him and pull him in. For a man who hasn’t been with anyone in decades, he certainly knows his way around the female anatomy.
He slides two long, thick fingers inside me, groaning at my body’s tight welcome, while working my clit with his other hand.
“Faster,” I whisper, rocking against his fingers. “Oh God, yes, just like that…” I moan as he finds the perfect pressure and rhythm, sending me into a white-hot orgasmic spiral.
His husky growl is hot against my sensitive flesh. “I wanted to draw that out a lot longer.”
“Sorry not sorry.”
“Me either,” he says, continuing to worship me with his skillful fingers until my body is shamelessly angling to get more. “Also not sorry I’m going to do it again.”
The need for release tugs tighter with every orbit of his fingers over my clit. “I want you inside me the next time.” I pick up the condom package and hold it between us, biting my lip when he doesn’t take it immediately. “We’ll be careful. Like you just were when you were touching me.”
He exhales, long and low, then takes the packet from my hand. “I can’t help thinking this isn’t fair to you. Making love with a plastic sheet between us? That wasn’t what you had in mind when you bought these condoms.”
“I only had one thing in mind and it hasn’t changed.” I reach out until I find his face, then run my fingers along the line of his brows. “I want to be with you.”
“And I only want to be with you,” he says, catching one of my hands and pressing a kiss to the Venus mount of my palm.
One day, I’ll feel his lips on my skin. I know it with every tingling molecule in my body. I know it in my heart and soul. Until then, I’m happy about what we have.
He keeps ahold of my hands, settling them on the front of his open pants once he’s standing. “Take my cock out, sweetheart.”
I shove his pants and boxer briefs out of the way, then slide my fist up and down his thick, tall cock. He’s big. Really big. And I can’t wait to feel every inch of him inside me.
“Fuck, that’s good. So good, but I need to be buried deep in your beautiful body.”
“Finally,” I say, releasing him so I can move up onto the bed. “I’ve only been waiting six months for this.”
His chuckle mixes with the sound of fabric rustling. Then he tears into the condom package, tosses it aside, and rolls the latex down his cock—which, now that I can see it, looks even bigger than it felt in my hand.Hubba hubba.
“I’ve been waiting my whole life,” he says, the bed shifting beneath his weight.
“Do you mean—” Nope, can’t bite my tongue on this one. I need to know. “Are you a virgin?”
“No. But the sex I had as an eighteen-year-old was about raging hormones. It was sex just for the sake of sex. I wasn’t in love then.”
My breath catches at the words, my hopeful heart galloping in my chest.
“Come here,” he says, holding out his hands after settling the sheet over his broad, solid body. He holds me steady as I straddle his hips, positioning myself above his tall, hard cock. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone. Not because it’s been twenty years, or because it’s going to feel fucking amazing to be inside you. Because I’m in love with you.”
“I love you, too,” I say softly, blinking back the happy tears welling in my eyes. I lean forward, nearly giving in to my urge to kiss him. I don’t care if I become invisible—I just want to be with him. Completely. In all the ways.
I also want to make him happy in every way possible, so I pull back, flatten my palms on his chest, and sink onto his cock. “Oh God…” I moan as his thick girth stretches me.
