Rescue Me!. Elda Minger

open, move within her, stretching her, readying her—

      “Oh!” The sensation that caught hold was a new one, and she looked up at him and saw a smile in his eyes.

      “Yes,” he whispered, then kissed her hard, his hand relentless, his fingers so knowing, the sensations so strong, she closed her eyes, tilted her head back into the soft pillow—

      And cried out as she came, her thighs falling open in the aftermath, her body first tense and then so wonderfully relaxed. She felt as if she were melting into the mattress as she turned toward him. Her hands trembled as she grasped his hard shoulders, seeking stability after having her sensual foundation rocked.

      This was what had been missing. What had seemed like a hopeless amount of work with any other partner had come so naturally with this man.

      “Mmm,” she sighed against his neck. Then she smiled as she felt him start to laugh.

      “So, I’m funny?” she whispered. She’d never opened the front curtains when she’d first come in, and now with the only light coming from the open bathroom door, the room was dimly lit, like twilight. Not dark but not light either.

      “No,” he whispered, pulling her more strongly into his arms. “Not funny at all.”

      She opened her eyes and looked up at him. He was studying her with an intent expression on his face.

      She touched that strong jawline once again, loving the feel of it on her fingertips.

      “Let me give to you,” she whispered.

      “It works both ways, Jenny,” he said. “We give to each other.”

      “But I haven’t—”

      “You will.” He took her hand, guided it right to where he wanted it, taught her how to please him. And she found that it wasn’t awkward as it had been in the past. She wanted to please him, wanted to make this good for him. It thrilled her that she had it in her power to excite him to this extent.

      She was practically shaking with reaction when he finally rolled her over onto her back and slid between her spread thighs. And while she’d thought there might be a moment of discomfort when their bodies joined together, when that moment came, her body opened and she accepted all of him in one smooth, hard thrust.

      He began to move inside her, strong strokes that seemed to burn their way up inside her, exciting her. She held on to him, grasped his forearms, his shoulders, wrapped her legs around his body tightly because she felt as if at any second she might come apart and fly off their bed.

      And again, that racing toward completion, that tightening pressure deep within, then—

      She came with a low, anguished moan, and he followed her, finding his own release, pushing into her and then, with strong contractions of his own, finishing.

      She felt his muscular chest rising and falling, heard his labored breathing, ran her hands up his damp back and had never in all of her adult life felt closer to another living person.