Chapter 14: The First Time
Carol hadn't smiled like this in years. Her heart was light, and her pulse thrummed through her veins, waking every nerve ending in her body as his hand ghosted down the flat of her belly and over the swell of her breasts. She felt boneless, light as a feather, as malleable as jelly as she lay in his arms, her back pressed against his chest.
He pressed his lips against the back of her neck and then to the spot between her shoulder blades, and his hand moved further down. She gasped softly, still sensitive, still tender. His lips pressed against her pulse point, and she arched back against him, bringing her hand up, fingers dancing along his jaw and down his neck.
"You ok?" he asked softly, pressing a kiss to her ear. She smiled, warming under his touch.
"I'm good," she whispered. Her fingers curled into his hair, and she turned her face toward his, leaning back for a kiss that left her trembling and weak in the knees. She smiled against his lips, and then she kissed the corner of his mouth. She turned then, curling one leg over his hip, bringing her hands up to his face. Her eyes were bright but weary, and he looked on the verge of sleep himself. She smiled then, pressing up against him, curling her arms around his neck and kissing him once again, feeling his heart beating against her own, feeling, for the first time in a long time, that she was truly where she wanted to be…right in his arms.