So lost in the sensations, she was surprised when he lowered her and discovered they were at her bed. Bent deeply at the waist, he trailed kisses from her breasts over her tummy as his fingers unbuttoned her jeans. The expression on his face seemed reverent, and her breath caught in her throat at his slow gentleness. He wasn’t rushing. He wasn’t trying to jerk her clothes off just to get her naked. He slowly undid her zipper, and his fingers trailed over her warm skin before dipping into the waistband of her jeans and panties.
She lifted her hips as he dragged them over her ass and down her legs before they disappeared onto the floor. Now, naked, she was suddenly overcome with how her body had changed since becoming a mom. It was one thing for Matt to have seen her considering her husband had witnessed all the body changes that came with pregnancy. But even he had not been faithful.
“Hey, come back to me.”
At those words, her gaze jumped up to Ben’s face, concern filling his eyes.
“Where did you go, babe?”
“I’m sorry. I’m a little self-conscious.” Her fingers fluttered nervously over her belly. “I can’t pretend or hide that I have a mom body. I’m not ashamed of it, but it’s just… well… you should know that you’re the first man to see me naked since my husband. There’s been no one else I’ve been with except him.”
Without saying a word, he toed off his shoes and unbuckled his jeans, shucking them and his boxers in one swift movement. He crawled over her body and shifted to the side. With his elbow crooked and his head resting in his hand, he lay one heavy thigh over hers, and with his free hand glided his fingers through her hair, touching her soft cheek, never taking his eyes from hers. “You have no idea how glad I am that you don’t play games. Everything about you is honest. And that’s what you deserve.”
His warm breath moved over her face and she craved his words as much as she craved his body.
“I can’t fathom how a man who’s made a vow of forever with a woman, any woman, but especially one like you, who carried and gave birth to his children, would walk away or even be tempted by something else. But you’ve got to remember what I said about him being the weak link. That’s not on you, Violet. A man like that doesn’t stray because your body changed. A man like that strays because he is weak.”
As he spoke, his hand drifted over her shoulder, gliding over her breast with his thumb gently circling her nipple before continuing its downward path until his hand rested over her belly. “You… every inch of you is beautiful. I see it. I know it. And I promise you, I am not weak. You can trust in that, and you can trust in me.”
Tears filled her eyes and she battled to keep them from falling, but one slipped from each eye, trailing down to the comforter underneath. He leaned forward and kissed each tear-path before sealing his lips over her mouth again. At that moment, she vowed to let go of the past. Her marriage and Matt’s infidelity held no power over her anymore. All she wanted was Ben.
She twisted slightly so she was facing him, placing her hot core against his thigh. He groaned and his hand began to roam over her body, his movements more urgent while remaining gentle. His hand moved over her mound, pressing against her clit, and her body jerked, sensitive and primed. It only took a moment once his finger slid through her folds and entered her channel, tweaking deep inside before her whole body tightened. Like a coiled snake ready to strike, she cried out against his mouth as her body jerked in response. Her orgasm, the first non-self-induced one in years, had taken her not only to the edge but had flung her over into the abyss. But instead of being a scary place of doubts and insecurities, it was a safe place to land in his arms.
His fingers skimmed upward, his palm cupping her breast at the same time he sucked the other nipple deeply into his mouth. Kisses, licks, nips, and sucks were driving her wild and she clung to him, wanting more, wanting everything.
His body felt heavy as he shifted over her, but she welcomed his weight. Lifting up on his forearms, he dipped his head to take her lips in a searing kiss as her fingers dug into his back, urging him on. Finally, when she was ready to beg, he pushed up further and reached into his wallet that he’d tossed onto the bed when he shucked his jeans. Pulling out a condom, she listened to the sound of the tearing foil, eagerly watching as he rolled it over his impressive cock.
He palmed his erection and held her gaze, and just as she nearly wept with desire and need, he leaned back down, placing the tip at her entrance. “You’re still in control, babe.”
“Good,” she groaned. “I want you now.”
His smile spread across his face, spearing her heart. Spreading her thighs, she dragged her heels up over his muscular ass just as he drove deep into her sex.
“Christ, you feel so good. So fuckin’ tight and so good,” he moaned as he slid out before thrusting in again.
After having two children, she couldn’t imagine how she felt tight to him, but as his cock filled her, she had to admit it was delicious. Keeping his weight off her chest, his forearms were planted on either side of her shoulders, his fingers tangling in her hair. She closed her eyes and let the age-old dance of thrust and parry fill her senses. Her fingers gripped his shoulders, then her short fingernails dragged along his scalp before returning to his arms. Her hips caught his rhythm and met him with each thrust.
His masculine scent blended with her floral shampoo, and mixed with the heady odor of their desire created a blend that was uniquely their own. With every movement, her inner muscles coiled tighter, and her fingernails dug in a little deeper.
“Open your eyes,” he commanded, his voice more guttural than gentle.
She acquiesced and found him staring straight at her, his mesmerizing gaze holding her focus. Her top teeth landed on her bottom lip as the muscles inside tightened even more before suddenly springing loose, shockwaves scattering throughout all of her nerves. Almost as though he’d been waiting for her, he thrust deeply several more times, and she watched as his neck muscles tightened, the veins standing in stark relief, and through clenched teeth, he groaned through his own release. He continued to pump more slowly until finally falling on top of her.
His weight was heavy, pressing her into the soft mattress, but she didn’t mind. The weight made everything feel more real. After a moment of his ragged breathing, he shifted slightly to the side, pulling her with him so they lay face-to-face. Neither spoke for several minutes, their heartbeats pounding as they sucked in deep breaths.
His arms tightened, and he pulled her in close, her cheek resting on his chest as he kissed the top of her head. His thigh lay between hers, and his arms wrapped around her protectively. After listening to his heartbeat for several long moments, she finally leaned back and kissed the underside of his jaw before moving to his lips. This time the kiss was long and languid. More emotional and less frantic. The kiss of sated lovers.
“I owe my babcia,” he said softly.
“I’m not sure how I’m going to face her, knowing that she knows… or thinks she might know… or if she doesn’t know—”
He chuckled as he kissed her ramblings away. “Don’t worry,” he assured. “She wouldn’t have offered if she didn’t like the idea of us together.”
“Are we?” Her words were so soft, she wondered if she just thought them or had said them. At his jerk and narrowed-eyed gaze, she felt sure she had said them aloud. “It’s just that sex doesn’t always mean the same things for both partners.”