Just when I think I can’t take it any longer, that I’ll just rip off the blindfold and turn toward him, I hear the crinkle of a condom foil being ripped, and his soft grunt as he puts it on.
Then he’s pressed up against me, rubbing his hard-on against my opening, and I suck in a sharp breath as the head of his cock pushes into me.
I’m squirming, my body unsure if to push back or open up to this invasion, but his hands grab my hips and stop me. Keep me still as he slowly shoves his cock deeper into me, and deeper, until there’s nowhere left to go.
Then his hand reaches around and finds my clit, pressing and massaging until I’m moaning recklessly and my head spins.
Stretching me to my limits, pushing me to the end of my desire. I’m his, and he’s showing me that he knows it. That he’s claiming me.
That he’s mine, too.
He doesn’t move, though, lodged deep inside me, throbbing like a second heartbeat, filling me up until my body trembles.
“Matt…”
“Feel me now?” he growls. “Know who I am?”
“Matt,” I whisper, “Matt. As long as…” I’m panting, my body and mind on overload. “As long as you know who I am, too.”
Silence falls between us, punctuated only by our heavy breathing.
Wow, look at my insecurities surfacing. Picked the time, too.
Only it makes sense. All my barriers are down. I’m wide open and bared to him in every way. And there’s this voice in the back of my mind that keeps asking, How do you compete with a ghost?
I sort of ignored it, mostly, because he said he loves me, but I guess insecurities don’t take a hint and get lost that easily.
And then the worst thing happens.
He pulls out of me.
I’m shaking, blind and cold on all fours on his bed, and to my horror I feel tears slipping down my face from under the dark cloth.
Oh God… The fear and the despair of that night rushes back into me, and I yank off the blindfold with shaking fingers.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “Crap, I…”
His hands are on me, turning me around, pulling me to his chest. “Tay…” His voice softens. “I swear, I only see you. Only you.”
I let him pet me and sooth me. “But Emma…”
Her name hangs between us.
“Only you,” he repeats, his dark eyes grave. “Emma will always be in my heart, but I am here now, with you. You have all of me, babe.”
A sigh escapes me. It feels I’ve been holding my breath ever since I met him, waiting for these words.
And I’m not done with the fears and doubts, it seems, because I open my mouth to ask him to fuck me, and instead I say, “I want to go to college.”
God in heaven, Octavia. Now you want to talk about this? With his hard cock rubbing over your ass and his eyes cloudy with desire? With your pussy dripping wet and aching to feel—
“I thought you would,” he says. “You’re bright. You should.”
I lick my lips, my mouth suddenly dry. “But you…”
“I don’t have to stay here. Nothing ties me here.” One side of his mouth tips up in a quick smile. “Nothing except for you.”
“My family is here.” Great, now I’m arguing with myself.
“We could take them along with us.”
“We,” I whisper, unable to get past the word. My eyes well up.
“Yeah, we. Unless they don’t want to move?”
I think about this. They probably do. I’d have to ask, but why would they want to stay? Mom isn’t in love with Jasper Jones anymore. She stayed here because she was trapped by lack of money more than anything, and I’m pretty sure Gigi and Merc would like a change in scenery after the bullying we went through all these years.
“Listen, Tay…” It’s his turn to frown and pause, as if thinking hard about something. “There’s something I wanted to ask you. I was going to do it in the garden, but then wasn’t sure it was a good time, and…”
I clutch at his shoulders, butterflies bouncing around in my stomach. “What is it?”
Oh God, don’t let it be something bad. I don’t like the way his brow creases as if in worry.
He reaches into his back pocket, pulls out a small cloth bag. He upends it on the bed beside us.
It’s a slender golden ring, nothing fancy, no gems or anything. I stare at it, uncomprehending.
Until he lifts it and looks me in the eye. “I know it’s early to ask you to marry me. I mean, maybe I’m jumping the gun here, and in any case you’re going to college and seeing the world or whatever else it is on your bucket list, but… until then… You said you’d be mine. So… be mine, Octavia Watson?”
Oh my God. I’m crying again. This is ridiculous. I nod, though, and keep nodding, laughing through my tears, and raise my hand for him to put the ring on my finger.
Then he lifts my hand and kisses my palm. His eyes are smiling when he looks up. “My girl. Tell me what you want.”
No hesitation. “I want you inside me, Matt Hansen,” I whisper. “Now.”
“Bossy.” But he’s grinning. “All fire.”
He lays me down on the bed, pushes my legs apart and enters me again, thrusting in all the way. We both moan as he sinks in. He bends my knees, pulls them up to his chest, and thrusts deeper.
I choke on the air in my lungs, lift my hips right off the bed, clenching around his cock. It feels so good. He feels so good, everywhere, on top of me, inside me.
He bends over me, bracing his elbows on the bed on either side of my head, and I lift my hand to shove shiny hair out of his face. Need to see his eyes.
He kisses me and starts thrusting. He fucks me slowly at first, a thoughtful crease between his brows, taking his time, making me incoherent with arousal. My hand is still on his face, tracing its lines, his brows, his eyes, his cheekbones.
“I love you,” I murmur.
A groan rumbles up his chest, and he starts pounding into me in earnest, his hips rocking, his thighs tensing. “God, need you…”
It doesn’t take long to tip me over the edge. I’m clawing at his strong back with my other hand, the pressure in my core unbearable, his cock sending off sparks of brilliance through my body – and the next moment I’m crying out, bursting into pleasure, my body convulsing with the force of it.
He bites back a curse, thrusts erratically into me, fast and hard, and then his powerful body presses into mine, stilling, a shudder running through him. He buries his face in the crook of my neck and moans brokenly.
It takes me a moment to recognize my name, repeated over and over again.
My hand is still in his hair, the gold band on my finger gleaming among the shiny dark strands. I stare at it.
It’s a promise, an oath exchanged between us. No matter comes in the days, and months, and years to come, it’s one I intend to keep.
Thank you for reading!
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