I yank my mouth away and push up her top. Greedily, I suck in one of her nipples and bite, needing to consume all of her before our time runs out.
She whimpers and pushes on my shoulder. “Slow down. We have time.”
“No, we don’t,” I growl, frustrated she doesn’t understand the desperate urgency I’m feeling. With more force than necessary, I tug her pajama top over her head and throw it onto the floor. “The snow will stop tonight, and you’re leaving tomorrow. This is all the time we have.”
“No, Rick—”
My chest heaving, I grab her upper arms and her eyes grow wide. “This is all the time we have,” I repeat.
I release her and she loses her balance, steadying herself with a hand to the mattress.
“That’s not... Okay.” She nods and slides from the edge of the bed.
I can’t keep my eyes off her as she strips her pajama bottoms and panties away and stands in front of me with nothing but an insecurity I won’t find her good enough. Her skin glitters like baby powder in the white light that floats from the window. She’s perfect compared to me, a beauty to my beast, and I know I should leave. I won’t be able to come back from what we do on her bed, and she’ll always remember making love to a man who lives in the shadows, too ashamed to show his face.
She steps forward and rests her hands against my chest. “I know what you’re thinking. Don’t go.”
I twist my fingers in her hair. “And if I say those words to you tomorrow? Would you stay?”
Shaking her head, she slides my sweats down my thighs, and her strands slip through my fingers as she kneels. I step out of them at the same time she reaches for the elastic of my boxers. She pulls them down, and my cock springs free, thick and heavy. I haven’t been with a woman since before the accident, when Renata and I made love hoping for a baby. Afterward, we laid in the dark and threw baby names back and forth at each other as we laughed.
“I can’t,” Devyn says, jerking me from the past to a future I want but don’t know if I’m able to keep. “But you can ask me to come back.”
I didn’t consider a compromise. When I’ve thought about her, it’s always been all or nothing. She’d stay or she’d leave. I never thought to ask her to move to Old Harbor once she’s done what she needs to do, and I never once thought I could leave Old Harbor and go with her. “Would you?”
She holds my hand as she sits on the bed, and she lays back, her hair splayed over the comforter, her thighs slightly spread. I follow, covering her body with mine. She cradles my hips with her legs, brushes my hair out of my face. “Do you want to date?” she asks, a smile playing with her mouth. “Take me to the movies? Buy me popcorn?”
I skim my fingertips along her seam until I find what I’m looking for. I slip two fingers into her, and she draws in a breath, arching her back. She’s hot and wet, and so tight. My cock surges and I don’t make him wait. I steady my dick and nudge her with the tip.
She moans, and it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard. I glide into her with one, smooth stroke and cover her mouth with mine, pushing my tongue between her teeth the way I’m sinking my cock into her until I can’t move a centimeter more.
“I want the movies,” I say as I begin to rock into her, lacing her fingers with mine, my other hand under her ass. “I want popcorn. I want conversations in front of the fire on a cold winter’s night and walks along the lake. I want to learn something new about you every day. Yes, I want to date you.”
What I want doesn’t sound like dating. It sounds like a helluva lot more than that.
I forget about talking when she licks at my mouth.
Her nails scratch my back, and I pant, trying to hold off. “Devyn, you’re not with me.”
“It’s okay,” she whispers.
It’s not, but it’s going to have to be. Over two years of abstinence has taken their toll and her lush, ripe body is all the invitation I need.
Pumping viciously, I come, my face pressed into the curve of her neck as I ride out my climax. She hugs me, her legs tangled with mine, her fingers grabbing at my hair.
My body aches from the strain.
Sex is a lot of work.
Needing to rest, I gently settle on top of her and breathe deeply, willing my body to relax. I’m going to be stiff tomorrow but having this beautiful woman under me is worth it.
“Why did you let me do that?”
She laughs. “You’re not off the hook. You can still help me out.” She wiggles from under me, and my dick slips out of her. I already miss how she feels; I’m already looking forward to having her again.
I roll onto my side and trail my fingers down her belly. She’s thin but not overly so. Not like Renata who counted calories within an inch of their lives. Her pubic hair is neatly trimmed, blonde, like the rest of her. “Like this?” I ask, my lips near hers.
“Yeah.” She closes her eyes in anticipation, arching her hips, encouraging my fingers.