"Nothing. I just like saying your name."
"I like having you say it."
He kissed her deeply as his hands deftly removed her panties. His boxers followed and they lay half on and half off the bed, with him between her legs. He lifted her knees to his shoulders, bending his head to kiss her belly.
"Do you want me?" he whispered hoarsely.
"Who do you want?"
"Elam. Only Elam!"
He nipped her belly, flanks and thighs before lowering his head between her legs. She stiffened slightly. This was something Alec had never tried. She pushed at his head, but Elam took her wrists gently in one of his hands, holding them on her belly as he nudged her thighs apart with his chin. Her protests ceased the second his tongue touched her. Gasping, she writhed toward him. He let go of her hands and she grabbed his hair, moving his head so he could lave and suckle all the hard to reach places. Wild with desire, she reached for his firm, hot cock.
"I need this," she gasped. "Now!" She scooted up on the bed, dragging him with her. "Now!" she insisted.
"Condom," he mumbled, nipping her hip.
Blythe grabbed one from the drawer and helped him roll it on. Her hand tugged on him again, making it apparent exactly what she wanted.
Kissing her deeply, he slid into her slick canal. Blythe gasped as he drove in and up, meeting no resistance on the way. He repeated the movement, getting the same response. Blythe tried to speed him up, shoving her hips up to meet his as he glided in and out.
"Faster," she begged. "Please!"
"Relax," he whispered. "Enjoy it. We have only one first time. Let it last." He kept his strokes slow and smooth.
Soon, even he couldn't maintain the slow pace. Holding her hips still, he drove into her faster and deeper. Blythe struggled against him, needing to move. He let go, allowing her to set the pace. She lunged and bounced against him, her voice rising as her climax neared.
"Say my name," he commanded, holding her hips still once more.
"Elam," she moaned.
"Again!" His hips pumped quickly, bringing her closer still.
"Elam! Oh, God! Give it to me now!" she wailed, begging him for release.
Pleased with her response, he complied, his hips hammering against hers. Their bodies bounced against the mattress, moving as one.
A hot explosion built inside Blythe, so powerful, she couldn't hold it any longer. Gasping and moaning, she clung to his ass, taking him as deep as he could go.
"Yes! Oh, Elam! Yes!" She came in a white hot rush.
"Blythe!" he groaned as her muscles tightened on him.
Breathless, they laughed and gasped, flopping on the bed. Sticky with sweat, they cuddled in the middle of the bed.
"Was I right?" he asked quietly.
His smug smile made her laugh.
"Yes, sex with you was absolutely fantastic."
"I don't really want to hear about the dead husband," he said tersely.
"Let me finish," she said, licking his nipple. "Alec never made me feel the way you just did—like I could fly."
"Really. We had good sex," she continued. "But I never had a climax like that, and I never wanted him again immediately after we finished. I loved him dearly, but I think I can love you even more."
Their kiss lasted a very long time. Soon, Elam felt the familiar, happy stirrings in his loins and knew he was ready for round two.
They made love again, languidly, experimentally, exploring one another's bodies. Afterward, they showered and had a late supper, heading immediately back to bed.
"You promised me something," she said as he suckled her breast.
"Reverse cowgirl. You said you'd show me."
Elam laughed, nodding. "I did. Are you sure?"
He lay on his back, positioning her above him. With a thrust of his hips, he entered her from behind. Blythe gasped, riding him slowly, enjoying the new sensations the position afforded. It felt marvelous, exciting nerve clusters that had never had the proper attention before. It took far less time for her to near her orgasm this time. She lost momentum when her legs tired. Elam lifted her off him, enduring her protests stoically as he positioned her on her hands and knees.
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