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Authors: Megan Hart
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holding him to her.
This was a moment she didn’t want to forget, not ever. Not when they were old and gray. Not tomorrow, or next week. Not the next time they had an argument. This moment, this joining, was meant to stay with her forever, just like this.
“Make love to me,” Edie said into his mouth, and Ty moved.
So much about sex, real sex, was different than in stories. The wet sound of their bodies slapping, the rub of marble on her ass, the way her hands slipped on Ty’s sweat-slick skin and made it hard to keep hold of him. How her body would ache in strange places after this coupling. But there were other things mere words had never been able to replace. The smell of him mingled with the tang of their sex. The thick softness of the hair on his head, the matching crinkly crispness of his chest hair and the thatch between his legs. The way her body bloomed under his touch, easing his way so when he moved inside her each stroke of cock in cunt sparked a thousand electric impulses all over her. The heat of his breath on her face as he kissed her.
The sound of his voice, murmuring her name.
Edie slid a hand between them to touch herself, and Ty let out a low grunt of desire. She wasn’t sure she could come again, but he loved it when she tried. Her clit, still sensitive from before, came to life under her touch and she had to do little more than let Ty’s thrusts rock her body against her hand.
“So close.” Ty bit his lower lip, eyes closing briefly.
Edie leaned up to lick the sweat from his upper lip. Her fingers dug into his shoulder. Every thrust rocked her harder on the countertop. When she leaned back to give Ty a deeper angle, he shuddered. He was close, she could tell, and that more than anything else tipped her closer to another climax. He thrust harder and faster.
Then Edie was slip-sliding into another burst of pleasure. Ty echoed her cry, his voice gone hoarse. He moved inside her once more and slowed. His arms, propping them both, trembled, and when she slid her feet over the backs of his thighs she felt his muscles leaping there, too.
“Not like it is in the movies,” he said, head bent, then lifted his laughing face to hers.
“Oh, it’s better than in the movies,” Edie told him. “In the movies they have to do it twenty times just to get it right.”
Ty kissed her slowly, holding her close. “I wouldn’t mind doing it twenty more times.”
“ Hmm. But you got it so right the first time,” she teased and squeezed his fine, firm ass.
“Practice does make perfect.”
His sweet sentiment was slightly ruined by the rumble of his stomach. Edie pushed him gently away so she could hop off the counter and make her way to the sink, where she grabbed a tea towel she didn’t recognize and ran it under the faucet so she could do a hasty cleanup. She turned to see Ty watching her as he leaned against the counter, his arms crossed and a smile tipping his mouth.
“What?”
“Just thinking,” he answered. “About how I’m going to get to see this every day for the rest of my life.”
“Me, naked at the sink?” She rinsed out the cloth again and wrung it damp, and tossed it to him.
Ty did a neat one-handed catch. “If I can get it. But just you, naked or not, at the sink. In our kitchen. Every day.”
Edie stood on tip-toe to kiss him. “Just in the kitchen?”
He pulled her snug against him. “All the rooms.”
Edie put her head on Ty’s chest, content for the moment to stand in his warm embrace. “That sounds good to me.”
His stomach grumbled again, and they both laughed. Edie kissed his chest, then the Celtic knot tattoo on his bicep before she bent to retrieve her clothes. She stepped into her panties and pulled on Ty’s T-shirt without bothering with the bra. Ty pulled on his jeans, and shirtless, went to the fridge.
“Hungry?” He pulled out a tray laden with cheese, sliced fruit, and chocolate and set it on the kitchen’s center island. He disappeared inside
This was a moment she didn’t want to forget, not ever. Not when they were old and gray. Not tomorrow, or next week. Not the next time they had an argument. This moment, this joining, was meant to stay with her forever, just like this.
“Make love to me,” Edie said into his mouth, and Ty moved.
So much about sex, real sex, was different than in stories. The wet sound of their bodies slapping, the rub of marble on her ass, the way her hands slipped on Ty’s sweat-slick skin and made it hard to keep hold of him. How her body would ache in strange places after this coupling. But there were other things mere words had never been able to replace. The smell of him mingled with the tang of their sex. The thick softness of the hair on his head, the matching crinkly crispness of his chest hair and the thatch between his legs. The way her body bloomed under his touch, easing his way so when he moved inside her each stroke of cock in cunt sparked a thousand electric impulses all over her. The heat of his breath on her face as he kissed her.
The sound of his voice, murmuring her name.
Edie slid a hand between them to touch herself, and Ty let out a low grunt of desire. She wasn’t sure she could come again, but he loved it when she tried. Her clit, still sensitive from before, came to life under her touch and she had to do little more than let Ty’s thrusts rock her body against her hand.
“So close.” Ty bit his lower lip, eyes closing briefly.
Edie leaned up to lick the sweat from his upper lip. Her fingers dug into his shoulder. Every thrust rocked her harder on the countertop. When she leaned back to give Ty a deeper angle, he shuddered. He was close, she could tell, and that more than anything else tipped her closer to another climax. He thrust harder and faster.
Then Edie was slip-sliding into another burst of pleasure. Ty echoed her cry, his voice gone hoarse. He moved inside her once more and slowed. His arms, propping them both, trembled, and when she slid her feet over the backs of his thighs she felt his muscles leaping there, too.
“Not like it is in the movies,” he said, head bent, then lifted his laughing face to hers.
“Oh, it’s better than in the movies,” Edie told him. “In the movies they have to do it twenty times just to get it right.”
Ty kissed her slowly, holding her close. “I wouldn’t mind doing it twenty more times.”
“ Hmm. But you got it so right the first time,” she teased and squeezed his fine, firm ass.
“Practice does make perfect.”
His sweet sentiment was slightly ruined by the rumble of his stomach. Edie pushed him gently away so she could hop off the counter and make her way to the sink, where she grabbed a tea towel she didn’t recognize and ran it under the faucet so she could do a hasty cleanup. She turned to see Ty watching her as he leaned against the counter, his arms crossed and a smile tipping his mouth.
“What?”
“Just thinking,” he answered. “About how I’m going to get to see this every day for the rest of my life.”
“Me, naked at the sink?” She rinsed out the cloth again and wrung it damp, and tossed it to him.
Ty did a neat one-handed catch. “If I can get it. But just you, naked or not, at the sink. In our kitchen. Every day.”
Edie stood on tip-toe to kiss him. “Just in the kitchen?”
He pulled her snug against him. “All the rooms.”
Edie put her head on Ty’s chest, content for the moment to stand in his warm embrace. “That sounds good to me.”
His stomach grumbled again, and they both laughed. Edie kissed his chest, then the Celtic knot tattoo on his bicep before she bent to retrieve her clothes. She stepped into her panties and pulled on Ty’s T-shirt without bothering with the bra. Ty pulled on his jeans, and shirtless, went to the fridge.
“Hungry?” He pulled out a tray laden with cheese, sliced fruit, and chocolate and set it on the kitchen’s center island. He disappeared inside
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