Page 58 of Wrapped in Hope
We both step out and meet in front of the Jeep. I look around and see we’ve made our way to a big hill, and we’re directly on top of it.
The sky is a dark, midnight-blue with the bright light of the stars and moon shining. I can see nothing but the black tops of rolling trees. “This is beautiful,” I breathe out.
“Just wait.” He turns away and starts taking the top off the Jeep. “Help me lift this off.”
I rush to the passenger side and help remove the top, sitting it on the ground behind the Jeep. It’s heavy, but luckily he bears most of the weight. “What are you doing?”
He holds up his finger as he opens the back hatch and climbs in. I stand back watching as he folds the backseat down, making the trunk space bigger. He then goes about with positioning pillows and blankets.
He looks at me while holding out his hand. I squeal as I take it and climb inside. I lay back into the cozy, makeshift bed.
“One last thing.” He gets up to his knees and grabs a cooler out of the backseat floorboard.
“What’s in there?”
“I know we’re both staying away from alcohol, but I figured a little wine wouldn’t hurt.” He pours us both a glass before settling at my side, sliding his arm beneath my neck.
The night is cool, but being snuggled next to him under the blanket, feeling his body heat, keeps me nice and warm. The natural fire the burns inside of me when he is close is blazing.
“This is perfect, Holden. Thank you.”
His dark blue eyes meet mine. “You don’t have to thank me, angel. We needed this. To just be us for one night, not having to hide from anyone.”
I snuggle up close to him, breathing in his scent. It washes over me, making me feel content and happy. I wish it could be like this all the time. Not having to hide from my parents or be quiet around my roommate. Just us, being together, loving one another, without having to explain or defend our relationship.
His right hand lands softly on my left hip as my nose skims up his neck so I can plant kisses against his mouth. Slowly, his hand slides up my side to cup my cheek, holding me to him while he deepens the kiss.
A kiss is all it takes to have me quivering, needing more of him. His touch is magnetic, it draws me in. He’s moving slow and careful, like he’s planning out every move before he makes it. Cautious, has never been us before. We’ve always been brought together by the overwhelming sensations and emotions for one another after trying so hard to avoid them, but now, it’s controlled.
Before when we’d get close like this, it wasn’t an option, it was out of necessity. Right now, it’s a choice. He’s in complete control. He’s choosing to give himself to me.
He’s making love to me.
The soft, delicate touches make my skin prickle as every hair stands up right. I can feel his love and passion through his touch, it consumes me. I’m lost in him.
He uses his knee to part my legs before sliding between them. His weight pressing on me feels right, like this is how we’re supposed to be. He pulls back, breaking the kiss, and our eyes lock. He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t have to. We exchange everything we need with one look: love, desire, ownership. We didn’t have to choose one another because deep down, we knew where we belonged all along. Even when we both tried to keep our distance, fate had other ideas.
Slowly, he lowers his lips to my neck as he takes my wrists in his hands, raising them up above my head and pinning them down. His right hand forcefully trails down my arm and over to my breast, landing with a firm squeeze. I close my eyes as the fire burning in my belly takes over, burning me up from the inside out.
His lips begin making their descent, and my hands follow him, wanting to lace through his thick, black hair. Before I can even grab ahold, he pulls his hot mouth from my body. “Put them back,” he demands, giving me a heated glare.
His order makes my muscles harden with anticipation.
He gets himself to his knees between my legs and starts unbuttoning my flannel shirt. His fingers move quick and soon the shirt is open. He softly trails his fingers over the swell of my breasts and down between them to my stomach. He doesn’t talk, only watches as his fingers that are barely touching me drive me wild.
“Do you know how fucking beautiful you are, angel?”
I bite my lower lip and shake my head. His words make my skin flush. I love hearing his praises.
His fingers skim back up between my breasts slowly. “You drive me fucking crazy.” His hand moves back down, causing me to hold off a shiver as they work on pushing my jeans down my thighs. “You’re my angel. My perfect, sweet, innocent angel and I’m the devil that’s going to dirty your wings with ash.”
His body is back against mine as his lips take what they want. His hot tongue slides into my mouth while he presses his hard length against me. Not being able to control the sensations running through me, I wiggle against him, wanting to feel the friction in the place I need it the most. But his hands land on my hips, stopping them as his fingers dig into my skin.
“This isn’t fast. This is going to be painfully slow.” He gets himself back to his knees as he starts pulling my wet panties from my body. “I’m going to tease you until you beg me to fuck you.” He trails his finger between my folds, spreading my arousal. “I want you to feel like you’re going to burst before I even slide inside you.” His thumb presses against my bundle of nerves, making me take a shuddering breath.
With a wicked gleam in his eyes, he lowers his mouth to my clit. When his hot tongue flicks against my center, I call out and reach for him, but he pulls away quickly. “Hands up.”
Immediately, I do what he says, and the second they’re back in place, he laps at me again. I twist my fingers together to fight the urge to touch him. He’s barely touched me, yet I’m already filled with desire, needing more of him.