One Foolish Night

Holly responded to his kiss, angling her head, while her body writhed against him, her damp sex rubbing along his cock to the point where he couldn’t take it a moment longer. With one move, he flipped her onto her back and positioned himself between her spread legs.

The moment he slid into her, Holly arched her back. Paul severed the kiss, and stilled his movements.

“I’m going to do everything to make you happy.”

She smiled up at him. “I know what you could start with.” Holly put her hands on his hips, urging him deeper into her.

“Is that all you can think of?” he teased, and withdrew a few inches before thrusting back into her.

“You don’t want to know all the things I can think of,” she hedged.

“I do, Holly. Teach me. Show me.”

When she looked at him, her eyes sparkling like a thousand stars, he knew they would make it. Their whole lives lay ahead of them, and they had everything they needed to make it work: They had found love that was stronger than the forces that had tried to pull them apart.

“Show you?” she murmured back.

“Yes, show me everything.”

Paul gave himself over to making love to the woman in his arms, the woman who had taught him to judge not by one’s past, but by one’s future.

“I love you, Holly.”

THE END