Page 5 of Wrapped in Hope

I’m speechless. He’s held almost a full-time job while going to school this year. He’s worked his ass off, and he saved it all up for this trip for me — a trip I thought he forgot about completely.

My chest swells with love for him. This gesture, it’s everything to me. I don’t know what to say because words aren’t enough. So instead of saying anything, I move my lips to his.

His taste and scent consume me entirely. I know now that he’s an addiction, something I long for. And right now, I need him more than ever.

He softly places his hands on my hips, being as gentle as possible. I can tell he’s nervous and knows what’s about to happen. Back home, he wouldn’t hold back on kissing me because he knew that nothing could come of it. But here, there is nobody to stop us. This is it. It’s time.

My fingers find his hair and I lace them through it, pulling him closer, desperately trying to make him understand that I want this. No, that I needthis.

His hold on my hips becomes stronger and he pulls me flush against him while his kiss grows urgent. Suddenly, something snaps. His hands are traveling my body, they’re in my hair and rubbing up and down my back. It’s quick, but not rushed: it’s necessary.

I can feel his heart pounding against my chest, and his quick breathing is hot as it blows across my heated cheek, lighting every nerve ending, awakening something deep inside of me that I didn’t know existed: my overwhelming need for him.

Then somehow, I’m in his arms with my legs wrapped around his hips while he carries me up the stairs. He pushes through a door, and we fall softly onto a bed. He pulls away only long enough to remove his shirt before his lips are back against mine.

I expected to be nervous, but I’m not. I’m everything but nervous. I’m filled with love for him. I’m consumed with excitement, anticipation, and maybe even a little fear. I tell myself it’s silly to be afraid. I know he would never hurt me, and this will only bring us closer. Even if only for a short time, we will be welded together as one.

By the time both of us have shed our clothing, I’m practically panting and dripping with need for him. His hard erection slides between my slick folds. His velvety soft tip stroking my clit is almost enough to send me over the edge. He’s touching me in ways I’ve never been touched before. It feels like my whole body is vibrating as every tiny hair stands on end.

He breaks the kiss and pulls away slightly. “Are you sure about this? We can stop if you want to,” he says breathless, chest rising and falling with his quick, uneven breaths.

I meet his eyes, completely sure of what we’re doing. “I couldn’t stop now even if I wanted to,” I all but whisper.

I see his Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallows down his fear. He reaches over and quickly pulls a condom out of the top drawer of the bedside table. He positions himself on his knees between my parted legs, and I see his hands tremble as he tears the foil package open and slides on the condom.

He looks at me, completely unsure of himself. His jet black hair is a mess from my hands running through it. His angular jaw is flexed with tension, and his blue-green eyes are on fire as he rakes them over my body.

Slowly, he lowers himself to me, and his cock finds my opening on its own.

“Last chance to change your mind.” His voice is shaking as much as he is.

I place my hand on his cheek, hoping to calm him the way he calms me. “I’m not changing my mind. I want you in every way possible for the rest of my life. I know it. I feel it.”

His lips find mine just as he pushes forward into me. I take a shuddering breath from the sudden fullness and pain, but he doesn’t move as he tries to let me adjust to the size of him. I never would have guessed that he was this big or that it would hurt this much.

I feel a hot tear slip from my eye, but he wipes it away. “Are you okay?” he whispers, voice still riddled with nerves.

I squeeze my eyes shut and nod.

“Open your eyes. Let me see you.” His hands are cupping my face, and even with the burning pain that’s consuming me right now, I can feel all the love he has for me in this simple touch.

I take a deep breath and open my eyes to see his shining with love.

“There you are.” Slowly, he pulls out and pushes back in.

I can feel myself loosening for him as the pain starts to subside. All the while, his lips never leave mine. His hands cups my cheek, hold my sides, and grazes my breast, but every touch isn’t one out of desire of the act we’re doing, it’s out of love. We’re not having sex. We’re making long, overdue love.

He continues to move in and out of me. I can feel myself building. A tingle starts to form low in my belly. A tingle that starts in one little spot, but grows and swirls around inside of me like a tornado, wrecking everything in its path.

As the tingle grows, I begin to tighten around him, and he lets a soft moan slip from his parted lips. That sound lights a fire that can’t be stopped. I have no choice but to let it go, let it claim me entirely. My orgasm breaks the surface and washes over me, causing me to call out and grind against him for more. His gasps fill the room along with mine, and before I know it, I’m falling, completely shattering to pieces.

The louder I call out, the harder he pumps into me, and the harder he pumps into me, the louder I call out — not from pain, but from the pleasure that’s engulfing me. Our breathing is quick and loud, our movements are completely free, letting our bodies take over as we both find our release together. He shudders and thrusts into me one last time before falling silent, relaxing against me.

All I can hear is my heart pounding, causing my blood to rush around my body that has somehow gone numb.

“That was amazing,” he pants out, his hot breath blowing against my heated, sticky flesh.