“I know exactly what you mean, Kaleb.” Her * is just as addicting as her smartass mouth and her eyes. Every part of her is an addiction that spreads through my veins, landing in the center of my chest.
Shoving myself off the bed, I make quick work of taking off my jeans and t-shirt. Thank god I’m a man who hates having his cock confined in a pair of briefs. I hated wearing them in the desert, but thank fuck I did, because every damn time I saw her out there, my cock got hard. But here at home, fuck no. I have no problem walking around hard as steel, letting her see exactly what she does to me.
“Come here,” I demand.
“You come here,” she challenges.
“I want your damn shirt off, smartass. Sit up.”
“Oh.” She chuckles. Then she does what she’s told.
“I’m desperate to feel your skin against mine, Jade.” Lifting her shirt up over her head, I'm careful not to hurt her.
“I want to feel you too.” Yeah I thought it was impossible for my cock to get any harder. I think the bastard grew another inch from hearing her say that.
I reach around and find the clasp of her bra. I know it’s sexy as fuck by the way the lace feels on my fingers. I slide it over her bandage, down her arms, flinging it over my shoulder, and my hands go to straight to her breasts. I pinch her nipples, tugging at them before drawing them into my mouth. She arches her back as her breathing spirals out of control. She can deny this shit all she wants, there is no damn way this connection we have is just about sex. The sex is a bonus. It’s her heart I want and can feel in the pulse on her neck when I spread my hand gently around her throat. I want her heart.
“God, yes, Kaleb.” I can’t resist her. I need inside her now. Especially when she says my name. I’ll never be tired of hearing her say it.
“Lie back.” My words are hard. I need to be under control here when I glide my cock into her *. She may be filled with want right now, but god, she’s fragile, not just her arm, but her mind. Her indifference with where we're headed collides with my determination to make her mine. She needs slow, yet hard. And fuck me if my cock isn’t harder than it’s ever been in my goddamn life. The thought of her underneath me has my balls squeezing my spine.
“Spread your legs.” She does greedily.
“Kaleb. I need you right now.” My eyes close. I need to soak in the fact that she is speaking freely. She can say my name whenever she wants. This shit is fucking real. She’s in my bed.
“Say my name again.” Gripping hold of my cock, leaning down on top of her, I wait for her response.
“Kaleb,” she whispers. I line up to her, slowly sliding inside. I need to feel her. This isn’t a quick fuck for us. Not this time.
“God, Kaleb, you feel so good.”
“I don’t want to hear anything but my name coming out of your mouth until we're done. You get me?” I capture her mouth with mine and move my cock in and out of her, her hips meeting every thrust. I dig my hands into the mass of blond hair I can’t wait to see spread across my pillow.
“Kaleb.” She unravels me as I pound into her hard and fast, then slow and gentle, my movements meant to drive her wild. Then her nails claw down my back, and her hands grab my ass and pull me into her as far as I can go.
I fucking lose it. Her hips thrust up to meet mine. Her * is so warm and tight, pulsing with every thrust of my cock. All I want to do is cherish her, and embrace her in my arms, and do right by her.
I can tell Jade has other plans; she wants to fuck. Her cries pleading for me to drive in harder and faster override my plans to go slow. When she bites into my shoulder, I hiss, and my cock swells even more. It blows up like a goddamn balloon, and I yell out her name as I still my cock deep in her and come so goddamn hard I swear to Christ if she weren’t hurt, I could fuck her again.
I’m not pulling out, not this time. I keep my arms braced around her head and experience the deep-seated feeling of my cock still inside of her. Our breathing is rapid and our pulses flicker like a trapped animal’s.
Even through the darkness I can feel her eyes on mine. Her thoughts are soaring. She’s scared, I get it. The words are on the tip of my tongue to tell her we have time to figure this out, that I’m as scared as she is, but I keep quiet until she nudges me without speaking. I shuffle off of her, catching my own thoughts, tucking them away until we can actually talk.
I roll onto my side and slide her into my arms. I hold her like this for a few minutes before she starts to pull away.
“I need to use your bathroom.” She slides off the bed and instantly, her warmth is missing against my body. I decide to get up too, only grabbing the pizza before I return. She slides back into bed right after me.