She fists the front of my shirt and pulls me into the store, not stopping until we’re standing in the small area that houses feminine products, diapers, and condoms. I laugh lightly at the irony of this aisle.
“What?” Sawyer asks, glancing at me.
“Nothing. I’ve just always found it funny that no matter what, you’re heading to this aisle for something. Even at the resort store, it’s all on the same aisle.”
She takes the aisle in with new eyes, and when it all clicks, she barks out a laugh. “Oh my God, I never noticed that.”
We step in front of the condoms, and since she’s still tipsy, she starts naming them all out loud. “We have pleasure pack… Hmm, that sounds good to me.” She winks dramatically. “Or how about extra sensitive…” She waggles her brows. “Oh! Look at this one. For her pleasure. Now, that’s what I’m talking about.” She goes to grab the pack, but I slap her hand away and twirl her around, lifting her into my arms and kissing her hard.
“You stay here,” I tell her when I set her on her feet.
She giggles but listens.
The selection is limited since we’re at a resort, so I quickly grab a box and am about to head to the register when Sawyer snatches them from my hands. “Magnum large size condoms BareSkin,” she reads out loud with a wide grin on her face.
“What?”
“Nothing, I agree.” She shrugs. “You are large. I could barely fit you in my—”
I cover her mouth with my hands playfully. “No more talking for you,” I say and then drag her to the front of the store to check out. Thankfully, the cashier rings me up quickly, and we’re back at her place a few minutes later.
The second we step through the door, Sawyer jumps into my arms, her legs winding around my torso and her arms circling my neck. Her mouth crashes fervently against mine, and I kiss her back just as deep and fierce.
With our mouths connected, I walk us through her hotel room, straight to her bedroom, and lay her on the bed. We break apart only long enough to tear each other’s clothes off, and then go back to kissing. Our tongues entwining and tasting, our mouths stroking and coaxing. She tastes like whiskey and something that’s just her, and I know I could easily become addicted to her.
I end the kiss so I can taste other parts of her. Her neck and collarbone are slim, and her skin is soft. When I suck on her flesh, she shivers in response, so I do it again and again. Her legs tighten around me, and she moans into my ear, nipping on my lobe.
I move down to her perfect breasts, massaging them first and then dropping my head to take her rose-dusted nipples into my mouth, licking and sucking on them. Remembering how rough Sawyer liked it, I take one between my teeth and bite on it, tugging hard and then licking away the sting. She moans loudly, and the sound goes straight to my dick.
I trail kisses along her tight stomach she told me she works hard to keep and end at her neatly trimmed pussy. I spread her legs and inhale her lavender-mixed-with-the-ocean scent, wanting to bottle it up for later so I never forget the smell.
I lick her clit, devouring her until she’s coming apart under me, writhing and panting my name, begging me to fuck her. Our eyes meet, and she drags me over her. Her tongue darts out and licks my lips, tasting herself on me. And then our mouths connect, and like metal shoved into a socket, sparks like nothing I’ve ever felt before zap through my body.
My dick is hard against her thigh, and she grabs it in her hand, stroking it softly. I want to be inside her, and I’m about to be when I remember we need a condom.
Breaking our contact, I reach for the box of condoms she dropped on the nightstand. I try to tear it open and notice my hands are shaking slightly. It’s been a long time since I’ve done this, and a million worries fill my head. What if I’m not good? What if I don’t last? She’ll be disappointed…The last woman I was with was my—
As if sensing my inner turmoil, Sawyer sits up and places her hand over mine, gently taking the condom packet from me. “Lie down,” she says softly, taking charge, and hell, if that doesn’t make me fall for her that much more.
I do as she says, lying on my back with my head resting against the headboard. She rips the packet open and climbs onto the bed, straddling my thighs. With my dick in her hand, she rolls the latex carefully over my shaft and then leans over to give it an open-mouthed kiss. The action sends another jolt of electricity through my body, this time going straight to my heart. I’ve spent years focusing on everyone else, picking up the slack my late wife left behind and feeling guilty for not doing it as good as she would’ve.