With my legs wrapped around him, I silently begged him to enter me. I adjusted my hips so we were perfectly aligned. Sean got the hint and instantly obeyed. He reached down to guide himself inside of me. He moved so slowly that I felt every single inch of him. When he was finally all the way in, I threw my head back and moaned deeply. He wasn’t even moving yet and already, I was in heaven.
Sean began to thrust. I was amazed by how slowly he moved. He clearly wanted to make our moment last as long as possible. Tonight wasn’t about animalistic desire. It was about something so much deeper. He was getting to know my body and my soul. Every time he moved, he watched for my reaction. I’d never felt so cared for in the bedroom. Sean wanted me to feel good. He was determined to give me an amazing night.
Sean buried his face in my breasts and thrust harder. He grunted deeply with each movement, and I clawed at his back ferociously. I was so close to finishing for the second time that night. I couldn’t believe how alive my entire body felt. I could feel Sean inside of me and all around me. He overwhelmed all my senses and took me over completely. In that moment, I was no longer myself. We were one being, two halves of a whole. Without Sean, I wouldn’t have felt complete.
Sean picked up the pace, finally unable to control his urges. He supported himself with his hands and rammed himself against me harder than ever. My eyes closed with pleasure. He moved so fast, I couldn’t be sure what I was feeling. My toes curled and I threw my head back against the pillow. I came so hard I jerked beneath Sean, but he wasn’t finished.
My orgasm lasted longer than ever as Sean continued to thrust inside of me. I moaned and bit my lips so hard I tasted blood. I didn’t know how much more I could take. After two orgasms, I felt weak and vulnerable, but my desire was as strong as ever.
Sean stared into my eyes and moved even faster. I shook violently, feeling every inch of him against every inch of me. Our bodies dripped with sweat, and when I came for the third time, I pulled his lips against mine. I knew if I didn’t, I would scream with pleasure and wake the entire neighborhood.
When Sean finished, he convulsed inside of me and growled against my lips. He bit my bottom lip and clenched my hips between his fingers. He stayed inside of me until his waves of pleasure subsided.
He fell beside me. I still shook uncontrollably. My entire body felt like jelly, but I didn’t care. I’d never felt something so intense before in my entire life. Even with Sean lying beside me, I still felt like he was inside me.
I rolled over to face him, and he brushed my curls off my face. I smiled and kissed the palm of his hand while I slowly stopped shaking.
I could have laid there with him all night, but I knew it was getting late. As my body returned to normal, I forced myself to my feet. My legs felt weak, but I could stand. I searched for my clothes. Sean watched me with a frown while I got dressed.
“Stay,” he said finally.
“What?” I asked. I laughed and turned around to face him. I was sure he was joking.
“I’m serious,” he said. “I want you to stay.”
“What about Paisley?” I asked.
“If she asks, we’ll tell her you fell asleep during the movie.” Sean shrugged. “She’s young. She won’t suspect anything.”
“I don’t know,” I said slowly. I shook my head and glanced at his bedroom door. As much as I didn’t want to leave him, I also hated the idea of Paisley finding out something she wasn’t ready to know.
“Please,” Sean whispered. “I don’t want to sleep without you.”
His words were all I needed to hear. I climbed back in bed beside him and let him wrap his arms around me. He held me against him and sighed deeply. I could feel the smile spread across his face even though I couldn’t see him. It had been a long time since I last fell asleep beside a man. I couldn’t remember the last time I spent an entire night in a man’s bed.
As I drifted off to sleep, I pulled Sean’s arms more tightly around me, wanting to feel his strength when I finally closed my eyes.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Sean
I woke the next morning with a pounding heart and my stomach full of butterflies. Sometime in the night, I had disappeared into the living room to retrieve my discarded clothes. I dressed in pajamas and climbed back in bed beside Tara. She didn’t move when I slid next to her and wrapped my arms around her sleeping body. I buried my face in her hair and fell asleep with the scent of her all around me.
As the sunlight seeped through my windows, I pulled my arms away from Tara and stretched slowly. I didn’t want to wake her, but I suddenly felt a sense of dread set in. As happy as I was to wake up beside her, I now wondered if I was making the right decision. Was getting close to Tara smart, or was I setting myself up for heartbreak?
The last time I spent the night with a woman was my ex-wife, Claire. Paisley’s mother had hurt me so badly that I swore off women almost entirely for years. Sure, I slept with a few different women, but I never let them stick around long enough to matter. In fact, I never even let myself fall asleep because I knew I didn’t want to wake up beside them.
With Tara though, everything was different. I wanted her next to me all the time. I never wanted to be away from her. If I could, I would have spent every waking and sleeping moment in her presence. I fell for her more every day, and I was terrified of what that might mean. As I laid beside her, letting myself wake up, I remembered everything from the night before.
We were so amazing together. We fit like puzzle pieces, and it wasn’t just about the sex. As amazing as the sex was, and it was mind numbingly perfect, Tara meant more to me than just that. Her personality was just as attractive as her body, and the way she so easily bonded with Paisley was amazing. My heart melted just watching them interact. I knew Paisley was getting just as attached to Tara as I was. What if things didn’t work out? Would Paisley get hurt in the process?
My mind raced with these thoughts as Tara began to stir beside me. I wondered how she felt about all this. Did she feel the same things I did, or was this just some casual thing for her? Deep down, I knew how Tara felt about me. It was written in every line of her face when she looked at me. The way she’d kissed me the night before held more than just sexual desire. She was falling for me, too. That much I was sure of, but the rest, I felt completely uncertain about.
As Tara’s eyes flickered open, I forgot all my worries. Her brilliant green eyes locked on my face and I grinned widely. She looked even more gorgeous in the morning light. I could have laid there watching her all day.
“Good morning,” she mumbled against the pillow. She smiled shyly and buried her face in the sheets.
“Morning,” I said, laughing. “Welcome to the land of the living.”
“How long have you been awake?” she asked with a yawn.
I shrugged. “Not long. A few minutes.”
Tara laughed. “Good. So, you haven’t been staring at me this whole time.”
“No, I was,” I admitted with a smile. “Just not for long.”