“No?” I ask as a light sweat breaks out over my skin.
She shakes her head and undoes my towel, causing it to fall to the floor. “You kissed me tonight, which means I want all of you. Nothing else holding us back. I want everything.”
My cock grows between us as I reach up to her cheek and cup it. “You know I want the same thing, right? I just want to make sure you’re ready.”
She grips my hand and tugs me toward the bed. “I’m more than ready.” When the backs of her legs hit the edge, I don’t push her over. I drag her tank up and over her head, then drop it.
I slide my hands up her sides, cup her face, and then bring her lips to mine, where I kiss her all over again. This time, I’m not worried about our surroundings and allow myself to get lost in the moment. In her.
Her hands grip my wrists, holding her in place as our mouths part together and our tongues collide. It’s the sweetest, most delicious feeling, having her cling to me like this, feeling how much she wants me, just like I want her.
Her kisses are intense, gratifying, and ethereal at times. Like I’m holding the most precious thing in the world between my hands.
And I believe that because she is.
She’s so fucking precious, and I will never do anything to fuck this up. Never. I know how long it took to get here with her, and I will be damned if I fuck it up.
I tip her back on the bed and reach for her thong, dragging it down her legs and tossing it to the side. We both climb to the head of the bed, and when she spreads her legs, I settle on top of her, my body fitting perfectly between her thighs. I lightly stroke her wet hair as I stare down at her.
Our eyes connect, and for a moment, I feel the words at the tip of my tongue.
I love you, Ophelia.
I want to say them. I want to shout them. I want her to know exactly how happy she makes me, how I feel like my cup is always full when I’m with her. Nothing could ever hurt me because I have her in my arms.
But I swallow my feelings and bring my lips to hers where we make out, her hand driving through my hair, mine, slowly working down to her chest where I lightly cup her breast.
Nothing is rough about my touch, nothing feral about it either. Because I don’t feel the need to drive into her. I want to cherish this moment.
My mouth falls from her lips and trails along her jaw and down her neck. She clutches on to me as I reach her breast. I lick around her nipple, circling it a few times before lightly pulling it into my mouth.
“Yessss,” she says as she plays with my hair, something I’ve grown fond of.
I move to her other breast and play with her nipple before I lick down her stomach and between her legs, where she spreads them for me. The act of her making room for me sends a bolt of lust through my chest because she trusts me.
And I want to keep that trust.
I press my tongue along her slit and drag it up, slowly.
“God, Breaker,” she breathes out. “I love your mouth.”
I swipe again.
And again, each time, diving deeper and deeper until I’m pressing against her clit.
I want to bring her to the edge, to the point that she’s going to come and then pull away, so I continue to lap against her, loving the way her legs squeeze against my shoulders and how her nails dig into my hair and the way her chest rises and falls, twists, and turns with every stroke of my tongue. She’s so responsive, very much a partner in our pleasure, and I love that about her. I don’t have to guess what she likes because she lets me know.
Her legs tremble against my shoulders as they grow tighter and tighter.
“Yes . . . almost there,” she says just as I pull away. “What?” she asks, the confused look on her face so cute that I want to kiss it right off.
“I want you to come on my cock.” Her expression softens as she stretches her arms above her head. “Do you want that, Lia?”
She nods. “Yes, but hurry.”
I smirk and reach over to my nightstand, where I pull out a condom and open the package. I glance over at her and catch her intense stare as I roll the condom over my aching cock and make sure it’s rolled all the way down.
“Do you want me on top, or do you want to be on top?” I ask her.
“I . . . I don’t know,” she answers. “Maybe you on top.”
I move back between her legs, and instead of slipping inside her right away, I lower my mouth to hers and kiss her again, parting her lips with my tongue.
She relaxes beneath me, so I spend time on working her mouth while I play with her breast, loving the way it feels in my palm, so soft, like velvet.
And when I think that she’s truly relaxed, I line up my cock against her wet, ready entrance. From the mere feel of my dick near her, she tenses again.
“You need to relax, Lia.”
“I know,” she breathes. “I’m just nervous.”
“Nothing to be nervous about.” I kiss along her jaw, down her neck, and then back up. With my cock at her entrance, I carefully press into her, only an inch, and let her adjust.
“Oh God,” she gasps. “Breaker, you’re too big.”
“I’m not, Lia. I’m perfect for you.” I nibble at her ear and play with her nipple before moving my mouth back to hers. It takes her a second, but she kisses me back with the same passion. And I let her get lost in my mouth as I slowly move inside her again. She’s so fucking tight that I break out in a sweat, my mind swirling with how incredible this is going to feel.
So fucking amazing.
“You okay?” I ask her while I kiss her jaw.
“Yes,” she breathes, so I move another inch. “Jesus,” she whispers.
“You sure you’re good?”
“Yes. I just . . . I’ve never felt like this before.”
“Do you want me to keep going?”
“God, yes,” she says as she finds my mouth again and relaxes some more, making it easier for me to slip in. After a few more minutes, with her relaxing into my mouth, I’m able to almost insert myself fully.
Her chest rises against mine, and she tears her mouth away, taking a deep breath. I steal the moment to bring her breast up to my mouth, where I suck on her nipple.
“You’re so good, Breaker.”
Her words encourage me, so as I bite down on her nipple, I thrust my hips that very last inch, bottoming out as she clenches around me.
“Fucking . . . hell,” I groan as I drop my head to her shoulder.
She holds me tightly, her breathing labored. “So full, Breaker.”
I lift my head and find tears in her eyes. My hand quickly falls to her cheek as I ask, “Shit, are you okay?”
“Perfect,” she says as she pulls on the back of my head and brings me close to her mouth.
This time, I kiss her deeply. I stretch my tongue farther into her mouth, and she matches the depth. Our colliding mouths send a rippling sensation up the backs of my legs that forces me to move my hips.
“I’m . . . I’m sorry,” I say against her mouth. “I need release.”
“Me too,” she says as she shifts her pelvis.
“Fuck, Ophelia, don’t move.” I pin my hand against her hip. “You’ll make me come.”