Hope sat up and unbuttoned his shorts, pushing them down over his hips, revealing the boxer briefs he wore under them. His long, thick erection reached nearly to his belly button and was peeking out over the waistband. She ran her finger over the tip, making him gasp and then hiss.

Tucking her hands into the back of his briefs, she pushed them down as she cupped his tight, muscular ass. The second his cock sprang free, she drew him into her mouth, sucking and licking and teasing him the way he’d done to her breasts. Judging by his sharp inhale, he hadn’t seen that coming either.

His hands fisted her hair, and his hips began to move to her rhythm. “Fuck,” he muttered. “Stop. Hope… Stop.”

She released him from her mouth and looked up at him. “What’s wrong?”

“Absolutely nothing, but you’re going to finish me off if you keep that up.”

“Are you only good for once?” she asked and then wondered where this sexy, vixen side of her was coming from. She’d never been like this with Carl.

His mouth fell open and then snapped closed. “Hardly, but the first time, I want to be with you.” Cupping her breasts in big callused hands, he ran his thumbs over her nipples, making her tremble.

“Paul…”

“What, sweetheart? Tell me what you want.”

“I want you. Now.”

“Do we need protection?”

She shook her head. “I’m on the pill, and I’m clean. I was tested after…” In his dark gaze, she saw that he understood what after meant.

“I’m clean, too, and I haven’t done this in a while, but I don’t mind using a condom.”

“No,” she said, sinking her fingers into the dense muscles of his back to pull him closer. “Just you.”

He tested her readiness with his fingers, sliding them through the dampness between her legs and sending her to the point of madness before driving them into her.

Hope cried out and arched into him. God, it felt so good to be touched this way, to feel like a woman again, to know he wanted her as much as she wanted him. It had been such a long, lonely time since the last time she’d felt desired. Tears filled her eyes, and she closed them tight against the burn. This was no time to get emotional. He removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock, pushing gently against her before retreating, over and over again, gaining greater depth each time.

She was swept away by him, so much so that even the slight bite of pain she experienced as he entered her barely registered.

“Look at me, Hope,” he whispered as he kissed her. “Look at me.”

She opened her eyes, blinked away the tears that had gathered and met his intense gaze.

“There you are,” he said with a small, sexy smile that she returned. “Are you okay?”