“That’s what your sounds make me feel.”
She keeps her hand on my cock as mine skims down her stomach into her panties. She’s smooth and swollen and so fucking soaked I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning. I slide my fingers through her lips, where she’s warm and wet.
And then I bring my fingers up and run them across her upper lip.
“What do you smell?”
She’s breathing so hard from her open mouth, it takes her a moment to answer.
“I . . . it smells clean . . . hot. Oh god, it smells like I want you really bad.”
What a great answer.
I dip my fingers back in, circling her opening, teasing us both. Then I trace them over her lips, painting her with her own desire. She gets what I’m doing and slides her tongue out without being told.
“What do you taste like, Chelsea?”
“Sweet . . .” She gasps. “Warm . . . thick . . . like honey.”
And I can’t hold back a second longer. My mouth crashes onto hers—sucking all that sweetness off her lips. Licking at every drop. When I finally break away, I promise, “Now I’m going to make you come. And it’s going to be every bit as fucking good for me as it is for you. Probably better.”
Need pushes on me hard. I yank her panties down her legs and spread her wide open. And then my lips are on her like an openmouthed kiss, lapping and sucking, spearing her with my tongue.
Her back arches and her hips buck against me. I grasp her and hold her down, delving my tongue deep inside, tasting heaven. I push against her harder, covering my face in her—fucking drowning. And it’s sublime. I eat her like she’s the last meal on earth, devour her like the delicacy she is.
My tongue rubs tight, tiny circles on Chelsea’s clit and I slide two fingers into her. Her muscles grip as I pump my hand and groan. And then she’s coming, hard and long, pulsing around my fingers, against my mouth.
I drag myself up, wipe my mouth against my arm, not giving her time to recover. Not able to wait.
She takes my face in her hands and brings my mouth to hers. I grip my cock firmly, dragging the head through her *, teasing her opening.
And then, slowly, I push inside. Just the head.
Fuck me, she’s tight. My eyes squeeze closed as her cunt closes around the tip of my dick, muscles clenching—pulling me in deeper.
Wait, my brain screams. Wait, wait, wait . . .
Braced above her on my elbows, my body and my mind war for sanity. For some kind of goddamn composure. Because I need to pull away. I need to get a condom.
And it’s like she can read my mind.
“I’m on birth control,” she gasps, sounding as winded and wound up as I feel. “The patch. I . . . I’ve been tested—the school clinic. I’m clean. There hasn’t been . . . I don’t do this. Ever. But I want it to be really good for you . . .”
It’s already blown every other past experience out of the water—and I haven’t even come yet.
“And . . .”
She caresses my face, gentle and tender. I look down into those beautiful blue eyes.
“. . . and I trust you, Jake.”
It’s not smart—actually it’s beyond stupid, especially for me. Especially after all that’s happened and the last three weeks of hell. But feeling her bare. Sliding inside her with nothing between us . . . how can I say no to that?
I must’ve really lost my mind.
Because I don’t.
“You can . . . ,” I swear. “You can trust me. I won’t hurt you.”
She nods, eyes locked with mine. And that’s all I need.
My hips move forward, pushing into her slowly, inch by torturous inch. It’s hell and heaven rolled into one. Agonizingly, mind-blowingly slow.
I feel her stretch around me. Making room. She clenches, so snug and hot it borders on pain. The best kind.
A serrated moan pours from her lips and I almost lose it.
“You’re okay?” I gasp desperately. “It’s good?”
Chelsea arches up to kiss me, keening against my lips. “Yes . . . so good.”
I pull back, just a centimeter, then flex forward again. Pressing and pushing, sliding along that tight fucking channel until I’m fully nestled. Until my balls rest against her ass. So deep. So wet. My eyes roll closed and I’m consumed by the sensation of Chelsea wrapped around me. Her scent, her moans, the taste of her lips, the grip of her hands on my back, on my ass, overwhelms me. Everything else fades away, and I’m lost in this one perfect moment—focused solely on where I’m buried deep inside her.
With almost a tinge of regret, I withdraw. Only to moan when I get to slide back in. This isn’t fucking. Or screwing. This is something different—something more—that doesn’t have a name.
“Jake . . . oh god . . . faster.”