“Can I help you out of your shirt, too?” I asked hopefully, reaching to tug against the hem but not pulling it up. Helena looked so beautiful, I definitely wanted to help her out of her clothes. And then replace all of them with my kisses. It had been far too long since I’d kissed my way across Helena’s body.
She flushed, teeth dimpling her lower lip for a moment before she nodded. “You can. Just remember I’m not 20 anymore.” Her voice trembled like she wanted to add more. Instead, she leaned closer so my hands could slide under the back of her shirt.
Helena had nothing to be afraid of. She looked just as beautiful at 30 as she had the last time I’d undressed her. A little rounder in places, a little softer. If anything, that just made me want to kiss her more. I wanted to explore those differences with my hands and mouth.
As I suited the action to my thoughts, Helena gave a soft gasp of surprise.
There was no reason to rush. We had the whole night, the whole weekend! Not that I planned to take a whole weekend to get Helena naked, but I didn’t want to rush this. She was so fucking beautiful; I wanted to appreciate that.
Pushing her shirt off, I breathed in deeply. Helena’s skin looked so soft that I wanted to lean in and kiss it. A thought that made me smile. There was no reason not to. So I kissed my way across her chest and over Helena’s neck. She gasped softly, a sound like music to my ears.
“Lie down?” I asked, pushing her slightly back towards the bed. “Let me help you out of these jeans,” I added teasingly. “In return, I’ll take mine off, too.” It was a promise that was easy to make!
Helena hummed, breasts rising and falling beneath the delicate lace of her bra. “That sounds like a fair trade,” she agreed, settling on the bed and holding a hand out for me. I joined her, brushing my fingers over her stomach on their way to the button of her jeans.
It popped open easily. I dropped to my knees beside the bed, dragging the denim down Helena’s long, long legs. Her skin was silky smooth, just as I had imagined. The noises she made as I ran my hands up her thighs were positively delicious!
“Now yours,” she insisted, once I’d tugged her socks off and discarded them with her jeans. “Get up here so I can undress you.”
“Mmm, no.” I shook my head. “Don’t worry, I’ll do a good job myself.” It was hardly as if I opposed the idea of Helena undressing me. I fully planned to give her more chances to do just that. But right now, it felt like she’d appreciate seeing me strip. So taking a step back from the bed, I gave her a grin.
Her gaze followed me, eyes focused on my stomach but then sliding lower as my hands undid the fastening on the pants I was wearing. Sliding the material down slowly, I swayed my hips slightly. “Is that good enough or should I get some music going?” I joked.
Helena’s laugh rang out bright and clear, making my whole body sway forward towards her. “Don’t you dare stop, Sam Levesque,” she warned, using her lawyer voice on me. This time, I recognized it for the teasing that it was.
That said, I wasn’t going to stop! Kicking my pants off the rest of the way, I stepped out of the fabric and moved to join Helena on the bed. My body covered hers, the points of contact between us tingling.
She arched up to meet me, finding my lips and kissing me hard.
I licked into her mouth with pleasure, meeting her tongue and making a soft noise. I’d missed this, missed her. I told her as much, too. We spoke almost every day on the phone but there was nothing quite like this, being able to actually kiss her. And this was even more than that!
Helena’s body pressed into mine, her skin so soft under my hands. I stroked over her sides, pulling her up into me. My mouth made it to Helena’s neck, peppering a line of kisses there, too, until she gave a light moan.
“God, I love the sounds you make,” I told her, one of my hands coming up to brush Helena’s hair out of her face. She looked so stunning. “I love you, you know?” I added gently, sure she did know. We hadn’t dated for long this time around but there had never been a time in my life when I hadn’t loved Helena.
I could still remember the anxiety that had squirmed inside me the first time I’d said those three important words to Helena. Even now, traces of it ebbed into my system. This time, at least, I knew better than to fear that it might ruin everything.
If Helena wasn’t ready to say it back yet, I would wait.
But as her smile blossomed, I felt my heart lift up inside my chest.
“I know.” She smirked, reaching out to pull me even closer. “I love you, too, Sam.”
“Oh good,” I laughed. “It’d be a shame if we had to stop because I made things awkward,” I teased, certain that Helena knew her not being comfortable to say it back yet wouldn’t make me stop. But she did say it back! And my heart beat faster for her.
With my face nuzzled against her neck, I gave Helena’s jaw a small bite. “Let me get the rest of these clothes off us,” I told
