I bent one of my legs at the knee, which forced her legs farther apart and lifted her up just a little bit. Every time she rocked down on me, her already sensitive clit rubbed against the base of my cock in way that made her gasp and grind on me repeatedly. I loved watching her own her pleasure, I got off on seeing her being unafraid, of finding what made her feel good and going after it with a vengeance. I was going to come from nothing more than seeing the blissed-out expression on her face … it felt that good.

She took hold of my hand and put it on her heaving breast. She started to moved faster and with more purpose as I tweaked her nipple between my fingers and rolled the little nub around and around. She pressed her cheek to mine, her breath choppy and uneven in my ear as she moved on me like a woman on a mission.

It was a tight squeeze but I managed to get my other hand between us so I could put the tips of my fingers on her clit. I chased her as she lifted up and fell down, her body clamped down on my dick like it never wanted to be separated from it again. I was perfectly okay with that plan because this was something more than sex. This was more than our bodies moving together and our hearts racing side by side. This was more than feeling good and chasing away bad memories. This was more than an orgasm that made us weak and turned us inside out.

This was my soul telling her soul that it had been waiting for a long time to find its other half. This was me dreaming a new dream and her making it come true just like she promised she would.

This was healing.

This was starting over.

This was reinvention.

Her palm circled the bluebird on my neck and she tilted her head so that she could lick along the outside shell of my ear. The caress had my hips lifting off the bed, which drove my cock into her harder than I intended. She whimpered in my ear and her movements got jerky and slightly frantic. She was grinding against my fingers, crashing down on my dick, desperate and needy. She wrapped her hand around my bicep and tossed her head back as she shattered into a million beautiful pieces on top of me. Her entire body bowed backward, thrusting her rosy-tipped breasts up into my mouth as I continued to lift up into her.

It didn’t take long for me to succumb to the welcoming heat and snug pull of her body. The orgasm rolled through me, leaving all my limbs weak and heavy as Poppy collapsed on top of me.

I wound my arms around her back and brushed my lips across her cheek. I wasn’t surprised that her skin was salty with a mixture of sweat and tears. We were going to need another shower before we left this room.

“I didn’t know sex could be like that.” Her voice was quiet but the words felt like she screamed them right at my heart.

I rubbed my cheek against hers and told her truthfully. “Neither did I.”

It was different when you were all in. It didn’t feel like drowning or treading water. It felt like being saved.

Poppy

I had one hand wrapped around the back of Wheeler’s head, my fingers gently scraping through the short brush of auburn hair that was surprisingly soft to the touch. The other was pressed against the tufted headboard above where his tattooed shoulders rested as I rose and fell repeatedly on the straining shaft that I was pretty sure had magical powers. I knew I was a little bit passion drunk and delicious from what felt like an endless amount of orgasms but I’d never been with someone that had the ability to make me burn from the inside out and stop time. Minutes stretched into hours and hours felt like days where I craved nothing more than the press of his cock into all my soft and sensitive places.

Sex with Wheeler wasn’t about power and control, even though he kept telling me that whatever happened or didn’t happen was all in my hands. He never let me forget I was the one calling the shots and setting the pace, which was why I was still stretched out on top of him, riding him like he was my favorite amusement-park attraction. I’d tried to let him cover me, tried to lie under him so I could stare up at those winter-colored eyes and straining inked flesh as he worked over me, but as soon as his much larger frame hovered over me, panic I couldn’t control and memories that had no place in any bed with a man that was as good and as kind as Wheeler barreled their way past the pleasure and anticipation. He realized I was about to melt down before I did and quickly climbed off me. What should have been an hour of mind-blowing sex and multiple orgasms turned into an hour of him holding me and softly kissing my hair as I cried and apologized over and over again for bringing the bad things that I couldn’t escape with me everywhere I went.

He reassured me that when my past reared its ugly head it didn’t scare him. Quietly he whispered, “Even if those scars you have from what you survived were on the outside, I’d still be right here and want you just as much. They’re part of you and you are who I want to be with.” That made me cry for another half hour until I realized I was sobbing all over a really hot, naked guy and the proof that he did indeed want me no matter what kind of mess I was refused to be ignored any longer. I quickly came to the conclusion that instead of being distraught over the things that I couldn’t make work because of my demons, I would embrace the things that still seemed to function just fine. As long as I didn’t feel trapped or imprisoned, as long as my mind understood there was room to wiggle away from him, that there was an escape if I needed it, all the fear and panic receded, allowing the desire and longing that only this man inspired to overtake everything.

There were a lot of different ways for two bodies to come together and I was loving discovering them all, but so far this one was my favorite. I loved watching the chill in his frosty gaze turn molten the closer he got to losing control. I couldn’t stop rubbing against his chest, pebbled nipples digging into his colorful skin as his hands tightened on my hips each time I lowered myself on his rigid shaft. His face was flushed, there was a fine sheen of sweat on his skin, and his dimples flashed each time he made me groan or gasp with his fingers. I was controlling the pace, I liked it slow and steady, was addicted to the pull and stretch of my body as I took him in over and over again. It was the first time I’d ever felt like I was getting just as much as I gave in bed. He seemed determined to make sure that I came first, that I was satisfied and fulfilled before he let go. It was sweet but it was also unnecessary. He’d already given me more than anyone else had and I wanted to do my very best to make sure that every time we were together it was as good for him as he made it for me, so this time I was determined to send him over before he had the chance to make me combust.