Free With or Without You by KyAnn Waters

sifted through his hair and she pulled him closer. Blood filled his cock. Pleasure infused his thoughts. She felt good in his arms. She felt right.
    His palm cupped her breast and she moaned. “Where’s your bedroom, Tessa?”
    “Oh God, we can’t have sex. We have so much to talk about first.”
    “I need to be with you.” He kissed her again and she leaned into him. “We’ll do plenty of talking after.” Matt pulled back and lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. Reaching behind his head, he yanked his own shirt off. “This isn’t just sex, Tessa. I want to make love.”
    Matt flicked her pebbled nipple through her pink lace bra with the tip of his finger. “Have you thought about us?” He grazed his knuckles over the flat plane of her belly.
    “Yes.” She sucked in air. “I’ve thought of little else, actually.”
    He popped the button on her jeans and lowered the zipper. “Did you touch yourself when you thought of me?” He reached inside, into her damp panties. His middle finger brushed her wet curls, and then parted her slit.
    “Sometimes. Matt…”
    “Mmmm?” He thrust a finger past her moist, hot folds, deep into her center.
    “Ahhh.”
    He twisted and pumped his finger as much as her jeans would allow. He wanted more. With his other hand, he shimmied her jeans, along with her panties, over her hips and down her thighs.
    Tessa sat on the table and kicked off her jeans. “Why can’t I keep my pants on when I’m with you?”
    He chuckled then paused. He wanted her to understand this was more than sex. Logistics might be a problem, but it could be a temporary one. A medical referral agency could easily place him in Utah. Maybe it was too soon to talk about permanence. He only knew he’d been through hell the past week wondering what happened in Los Angeles, why she’d left. “I’m not going anywhere, Tessa.” He kissed her, nibbled her lips and combed the hair at her temples with his fingers. “Tell me you feel this connection between us too.” He gazed into her eyes, warming with passion.
    “I do.” She blinked quickly. “But I have so much to tell you and I’m afraid you’ll hate me after I do.”
    He brushed her lips again. “I can’t hate you.” Another kiss. “I’m falling in love with you.”
    Tessa wrapped her arms around his neck and clutched her body to his. Her thighs spread and Matt nestled his groin against her bare heat. “Oh Matt, a part of my heart has belonged to you for twenty years.”
    Matt rested his forehead against hers. Whispered words from her lips mirrored the sentiment in his soul. Twenty years ago he’d glimpsed one possible future. He hadn’t realized what had slipped through his fingers.
    He unzipped his pants and let them drop. Not the most romantic encounter, but he had to be inside of her…now. His cock loomed large. Cream glistened on the bulging head and seeped from the slit. He pressed his thumb to the thick vein running the throbbing length. Dark, raw desire ripped through his gut. His stomach clenched. Grabbing her hips, he scooted her forward until her ass was in line with the edge of the table. Then he spread her thighs and maneuvered between them.
    Tessa took her hands from around his neck and placed her palms flat on the table a little behind her. With her arms locked, she braced her upper body. Wrapping her legs around him, she hooked her feet and urged him closer.
    Matt would never look at a kitchen table the same way again. A grin tilted his lips as he fit the head of his cock to her drenched opening. With deliberate slowness he eased his penis inside. Skin to skin. Heat to heat. He watched her pussy eat his cock. Pulling out, his shaft glistened with her juices. Then he pressed forward again.
    “Tessa, you feel so good.” He relished in the sensation of her tight internal walls relaxing to encase his shaft. Muscles in his ass clenched and he drove deeper. Velvet softness gloved his cock. He groaned and thrust