Page 77 of Bring me Back

With that gentle touch of his, he lowered me into his bed, the rough material of his jeans stretching my naked legs as he came on top of me. I palmed his back under the shirt, and ran up my hands, urging him to remove it.

“You want this off?” He teased but obliged straight away.

“It’s just not fair,” I argued. “I’m naked.”

“I know,” he said, taking a nipple between his teeth. Careful and taunting. I arched as he pulled just a little. “I like you naked.”

“Is that right?” I rolled my eyes.

His shirt was gone. I groaned at the first feeling of his warm skin over mine. My hands danced over his perfect stomach, up his nipple and the hairs over his chest. I bit his shoulder. He hitched my leg, opening them, my feet lacing around his waist. He kissed my collarbone and pushed his hips down. It should’ve been painful, the zipper was right there, but all I felt was goosebumps over my body and the urge to plead for more.

He did it once more, a pressure over my clit. I was soaked since he made me come in his workshop, and I was ready to do it again. I wanted him. All of him. Over me, inside me. I feared my own hungry thoughts. It was like someone else took over. I let myself desire and feel desired.

I reached for his zipper; his elbow held his body up so as not to crush me. I worked the button, and then the zipper down, he helped me to tug his legs free and I sucked a breath when I saw him sitting on his heels, black underwear tenting.

I went up on my elbows and for just a second, we watched each other. And then he moved, pulling down the underwear with a grace I wouldn’t expect of a man so big. Once the boxers were out of the way, one leg out of the bed and the other kneeled between mine, we watched each other again.

My eyes ate his skin, his perfect abs, his trail of hair down his navel. I never saw a man naked, right in front of me, but I knew I was lucky Daniel was the first. He stood there like a marble statue, an explicit one, with something between his legs I wondered if it would fit me.

His hands closed on the base of his dick, and my eyes followed as he tugged up, my cheeks warmed and I whipped my eyes to find his, a little smirk playing on the side of his full lips.

“Reach behind you and get the condom, Cricket,” he asked, nodding to the bedside table with a single drawer on our left side.

I stretched my arm and turned just a little, opened the drawer as I felt his hand up my leg and over my hips. I turned with the foil package between my fingers as he made himself home between my thighs, holding my legs apart with his big hands sprayed to the side, his thumbs running circles across my skin.

Everything he did was perfect, like he had a map to my body.

Dan ripped the condom’s package open and sheathed himself as I watched. Slowly, it was a show, and he was performing just for me. I held my breath, and he laid over my body, looking down to kiss my nose. My hands ran to embrace him, my legs opened, my knees hooked to his side, my foot over his ass. He leaned as one hand found my leg and held it up, like he couldn’t stay a second without touching me.

“You tell me if it’s too much,” he asked.

I nodded quickly. For the first time, I felt the coil of fear in the bottom of my belly. Not afraid of being with him, but of all those things people say about virginity. I didn’t believe it said anything about me, of course. I hadn’t done many things yet. Throughout my life, I was going to do many and many things for the first time. I wasn’t afraid of losing my virginity because I didn’t think I was going to lose anything about myself.

I feared other things, though.

Of being bad at it, of being too shy for him. Of hurting and not enjoying it properly. Of him being bad and then my perfect man wasn’t so perfect anymore. All the silly things ran through my mind, and it was forgotten when I felt his thumb playing those delicious circles on the inside of my legs.

“Don’t go too far,” he said with a smile, knowing well my thoughts ran amok.

I tipped my chin up and captured his lips, giving a slow kiss, full of intent and enough passion to feel his body move against mine. His hips pressed me down and when I moaned inside his mouth, I felt him bucking like I unleashed something inside of him.

His hand covered my waist, holding me there and nipping my jaw. He teased me with his tip, I felt it right on my oversensitive clit. A needy whimper surfaced, and Dan took over. Holding me still, aligning himself to my entrance as his eyes found mine. Those beautiful hazels in a silent request.

I nodded again, and in a flash, he pushed inside, just a little, but felt like an invasion. He lowered his head, biting my earlobe. “Breathe for me, Cricket,” his voice strained.

I kind of did, a deep breath, but then he pushed himself again, circling my nipple with his thumb and then I was sucking air in and moaning right after.

“Are you with me?”

I nodded, but Daniel tsked. “I need your words, Hallie.”

He hitched my leg at an angle and pushed again. I took more of him and held my breath. I knew it was going to be too much. But he kissed me and touched me, and I felt my legs turn liquid. My heart sped up.

“You have enough of me,” I found it in me to say.

“I want more.” He pushed, and I felt the exact moment he bottomed out. “I want all of you.”

I held onto him like a lifeline. “Greedy.”