“Do you want to go to bed?” he asks. He fakes a yawn. “I’m really tired.”
I laugh. God, this man makes me laugh. “If you think you’re getting any sleep tonight, you are sadly mistaken.” I shake my finger at him.
“Promises, promises,” he growls as he lifts me from the tub with strong hands around my waist.
Logan
She’s so fucking beautiful that I can barely breathe. “Emily,” I say. I want to say it over and over and over. She told me her last name, too, but for the life of me all I can remember is what was written on the piece of paper.
“That’s my name. Don’t wear it out,” she teases.
I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist. My dick reaches for her, and I slide against her heat. But I’m not ready yet. I want to savor every second. I carry her into the bedroom. She kisses me as I walk, and I can barely take a step, I’m so wrapped up in her.
“Is anyone here?” She sits back from me long enough to ask.
God, I hope not. “Don’t think so,” I say.
“What if they are?” she asks.
“Then you’re going to have to be quiet.” I laugh. Because the odds of her being quiet during all the things I plan to do to her is ludicrous.
She buries her head into my shoulder and I can feel her breath against my neck. She kisses me softly, suckling my skin. “Give me a hicky,” I urge. I’m kidding, but then I feel the scrape of her teeth against the tender skin and I really, really want her to keep doing what she’s doing. She bites down gently, and then sucks the pain away. “Jesus,” I moan. My dick pulses and I bite back a groan. I slam the bedroom door behind us and fall onto the bed with her, holding myself above her. My fucking arms are shaking and for the first time in my life, I don’t know what to do next.
So I can collect myself, I take a moment to stop and I unwrap the plastic and tape from her arm. I start to peel the bandage back, but she catches me and slaps my hands away. I freeze, burying my face in her neck. I can barely breathe.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, taking my face in her hands.
“I feel like a fourteen year old fumbling with his first girl,” I admit. “I don’t know what to do next.”
I lift up and open her towel, and unhook mine, shoving it from between us. “You’ve done this so many times,” she reminds me, rolling her eyes.
I still. “I have never done this before.”
Her eyes narrow.
“I’ve never done this with someone who matters. With someone I’m in love with. Jesus, girl, you make me crazy.”
“Can we turn the light off?” she asks. Then it dawns on her that I can’t see her lips if we don’t keep the light on. “Never mind,” she says.
“Will the light bother you?” I ask. I kiss her, cupping her breast in my palm. I gently heft the weight of it, and watch her face as I plump it and bring her nipple to my lips. I tongue it quickly, rasping her tender flesh with care, but force. She arches her back, her eyes closing as she moves to get closer to me.
Her naked thighs wrap around my hips, and I feel the slickness of her against my dick. “Shit,” I say.
“What?” She freezes.
“I forgot to get a condom.”
She counts on her fingers and shakes her head. “It’s all right. We don’t need one.” She stops and bites her lip. “Unless, um, you need one.”
I got tested just a few weeks ago when we all had bone marrow testing for Matt. I’m clean. “I’ve never done this without one.” I’m afraid. More afraid than I’ve ever been.
I press into her cleft, sliding back and forth through her wetness, but not slipping inside. I notch my dick against the top of her cleft, and press gently, rocking against her clit. She’s so wet she’s slippery and so, so sweet.
I don’t know what to do next, I want her so bad. My breath falters, and my arms quiver under my weight.
“Emily, can you take me inside?” I ask. I can do this with finesse later. We have a lifetime to perfect this.
She reaches between us and takes my dick in her hand. She shuttles her hand up and down the slippery length of me, and then points me toward her heat. She raises her hips so I slip inside.
I take it slow. I want to remember this moment forever and ever. I can’t hold in a groan as I bury my face in her neck. “Fuck, Emily. You’re so fucking tight. I don’t think I can stand it.”
She rocks her hips, and takes more of me. I’m buried to the hilt inside the woman I love. I look up at her face and there are tears in her eyes. “Have I hurt you?” I ask. I bracket her face with my hands and swipe her tears away with the pads of my thumbs.
She shakes her head and pulls me into her with her feet on my ass. I start to move.