“I like it too much,” she whispers. “I’d like it the most of anything I think you could do to me.”
I pull back, the question then why won’t you let me? perched on my tongue.
But she speaks first, whispering, “I can’t give my heart away all at once. I want to. But I can’t.”
I kiss her, and hold there while something tight works its way past my throat. “Okay.”
Her blue eyes are trained on my face. “To me, that’s the most intimate thing anyone can do.”
Nodding, I tell her, “I agree, actually.” Moving my hand up her body, I circle my wet finger around her nipple and then bend to suck her into my mouth.
It’s a mistake.
I can taste her, and already, only minutes after I’ve come on her skin, I want her again.
She feels me stir, rolling to face me and reaching for me. “But we’ve already had sex . . .” Looking up at my face, she says, “I don’t know why we aren’t doing that right now.”
I groan, watching her stroke me, feeling emotion tighten my breaths. “I just need to know it’s different.”
“You seem to feel different,” she whispers. “At least that’s what you said.”
“I mean . . . I need it to be different for you.”
London kisses me then, a slow, exploring kiss that makes my brain unravel.
She doesn’t move to climb on me, or pull me onto her, and this silent admission that she’s heard me and won’t push it is both a comfort and torture.
* * *
I FEEL DRUGGED, pulled up from somewhere low and heavy.
Her hands are on me, frantic and insistent. Pulling me over her, scratching down my back. I feel her, wet against me. The warmth of thighs around my hips. The suction of kisses on my neck.
The slick heat of her.
She gasps.
Yes.
Luke, yes.
I’m dreaming—at least I think I am until the sharp sting of her teeth on my shoulder jolts me fully awake and I realize I’m starting to push inside.
Beneath me she’s gasping tightly, asking me to move into her, to be deeper.
I’m so groggy. Her hands are on my face, pulling me close.
“Please. Luke.”
“Holy shit.” It’s all I can say, all I can think as my vision clears and I sink in. “Did you wake me up?”
London giggles and the sound is hoarse from sleep. She runs her hands down my back to my ass. “I don’t know.” Between breaths she adds, “I woke up.” She sucks in a breath, and her thighs come around my hips. “I kissed you.” London arches her neck, moaning when I pull out and slowly push back in. “And you were warm and smelled so good.”
I groan, rocking into her.
“And then you were . . .” she says, gasping, “you were so hard, and you rolled on top of me. I thought you were awake.”
She’s soft and warm, wet all around me, her limbs slow with sleep. I’m groggy, aware of how smooth my sheets are, how desperate she seems when she slides her teeth down my neck. I’m aware of her sleepy, sucking kisses, the wet slide of her all along my cock. London rocks up when I push in and we’re moving together in this easy, grinding tandem,
so good,
so fucking perfect.
I groan, kissing her through all of it, deep, licking kisses, sucking on her lips, her chin. And fuck, we’re noisy together, talking through it all.
It’s good, she says.
So fucking good, I agree.
She asks me why on earth I wanted to wait.
And I bite her gently, admitting in a murmur that I wanted to savor her. Admitting I wanted to treat it like something special.
But she tells me it’s already special; says it like it’s obvious.
And don’t stop, Luke.
Don’t stop.
I’m fucking smiling, pressing my face into her neck, and I can’t stop the relieved laugh that escapes. I forgot how it feels, how insanely different it is to make love, not just hook up or get off. It isn’t two bodies coming into contact for pleasure alone. It’s the weird sense of getting inside that person, turning sex into a fucking revelation.
But pulling back and looking into her eyes, I know I’ve never had this before, this sort of unspoken understanding of what’s happening. Her whispered words are only an inch from my lips. I feel so bare while she watches my face as I move in her. I was too young with Mia to experience this, and too detached after.
It’s so good
Luke
It’s so good
Oh my God, Luke