Hidden Summit

want to play.” But he pulled his hands and lips away and went after that condom, suiting up. Then he covered her body with his, holding his massive weight off her. With a gentle knee, he parted her legs. “I just can’t right now. I’m on a pretty short leash.” And again he touched her with his fingers, getting her hotter than hot.
    With slow and smooth searching, he found her and let himself inside just a small amount, checking her reaction. She nodded at him, and he pushed in a little more. Again she nodded and again he gave her more. Then he took her mouth, his tongue playing with hers, and he slid all the way in. She gasped.
    “Okay?” he asked her.
    “God,” she whispered. “Okay,” she said weakly.
    “Tell me if it’s not comfortable. Don’t put up with anything that feels wrong.”
    “God,” she said again. “It feels right....”
    And she saw the crinkles at the corners of his eyes along with his smile. Then he began to move in and out, slowly. Too slowly. He kissed his way down her neck, across her collarbone, over her breast and pulled a nipple into his mouth. In and out.
    She rose against him. “More.”
    “Try this,” came his throaty whisper. “Just try it this way. Let me get you there nice and easy. Let it build. Then when it’s time—”
    “Oh, God, it’s time....” she nearly cried, pushing against him.
    “You’re killing me,” he told her. “Almost time…”
    “Harder,” she asked in a whimper. She couldn’t believe it was her! She’d never cried out for what she wanted before! “Faster!”
    And he laughed deep in his throat. “Almost time,” he said, slowly and deeply invading, one long stroke at a time, torturing her.
    She moaned and rose against him. Her knees bent, her heels dug into the bed, she whimpered and moaned again and again. A cry came from her, and he must have known that her orgasm was on him; his fingers found her most erogenous spot, his lips bruised hers in a hard, possessive kiss, and he pounded himself into her. Deeper and faster. And she broke apart, exploding all over him. He growled low and with appreciation. And then he said it. “God… Leslie… ” It went on forever, the pleasure, the whimpering and growling, and she wasn’t quite done when he suddenly let go of her mouth, moved his lips to her nipple, and he grabbed her hips to plunge himself deep inside of her, holding her still but for his powerful throbbing. He groaned in ecstasy. She wasn’t sure where her orgasm ended and his began, and it was beyond anything she’d ever experienced before. Then he grabbed her chin in one big calloused hand, tilted her mouth toward his and took her mouth with almost the same force.
    She thought it was a wonder she didn’t faint.

Seven
    S he felt herself smiling and yet on the verge of tears. He held the bulk of his weight off her, his eyes closed. Then his features slowly relaxed, and he kissed her several times, on the lips, the cheeks, the neck, chin, forehead. She reached up to his thick eyebrows with her fingertips and smoothed them, and he opened his eyes.
    He took a deep breath. “That was the most amazing…”
    “Oh, my God,” she said. “I had sex on the first date!”
    “You and I had very good sex on the first date,” he said with a laugh. Then he frowned again and wiped a thumb along her temple. “Hey, forget what your mother said. It’s not a bad thing! We’ve been over this—it wasn’t really a first date! Are you crying?”
    “Sorry… I might be a little emotional or something....”
    “Leslie, was I rough? Did I hurt you?”
    She shook her head. “You were wonderful. I think I might be a little crazy,” she said. “I can’t believe I was worried. I was so worried....” She gave a little hiccup of emotion.
    “Because it was so long since the last time?” he asked.
    “More than that,” she said. “Oh, Conner, you just can’t imagine the kinds of things I’ve believed about myself. That I wasn’t much of a lover, for one thing…”
    “You can’t be serious. You put me on another planet....”
    She laughed through a tear. “I’m just overthinking things again.” She put the palm of her hand against his cheek.
    “Tell me,” he insisted.
    “I’ve been told I…” She took a breath. “That I could be more interesting.”
    “That’s ridiculous,” he said. “Whoever said that probably needed practice.”
    “I’ve always wondered…you know…if that was one of the reasons…”
    “That