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“Can I?” I ask, batting my lashes.
“Penelope, when I say you could do anything to me and the answer will always be yes…”
By the time I let that comment register, his hips are bucking in desperation. I’ll linger on it later. Right now, my only want is to make this man desperate for me.
I lathe my tongue over the tip, and his hips buck. When I tilt my head and stroke to the base and back, his butt swivels against the mattress. When I bat my lashes and lower my mouth over him, sucking from the middle back up to the tip, his entire body unravels beneath me.
“Pen… Penelope…”
My mouth comes off with a pop, and I use firm, slow strokes with my hand. Watching him pant, watching him lie here at mercy to me, gives me something firm to stand on.
I lower my mouth back to him, and spend as much torturous time with him in my mouth as he did with me. I want to take my time with him. While I’ll admit that watching him squirm is kind of fun, it’s the fact that I have Anthony Ellis fully surrendered to me that makes me feel like he’sallowinghimself to be putty in my hands. Like he trusts me with himself,wantsto give in to me. And hearing him moan and sigh, feeling his hands against my head to keep me there, those massaging fingers digging in when I do something he likes, makes me believe I’m finally in the right place.
Until he tugs on my hair, wrapping it into a long mane of a ponytail to pull me up his body, right to his lips. He moans against my mouth, and his hands are so indecisive about wherethey want to be on my body, you’d think I just asked the man what restaurant he wants to eat at. He threads his fingers through my hair, then releases it in an untethered waterfall. He paints his fingers across my back, up and down, then lands on my ass, which he squeezes before positioning me right over his cock. All the while, he paints soliloquies inside my mouth, his tongue making me dizzy, his lips leaving bruising tattoos.
“Fuck,” he bites, placing one more kiss at the base of my throat before falling victim to my pillow stash. Perched above him, I take in the view. Anthony Ellis in my pillows, a dazed look in his eyes, still smiling because he’s here with me.
“What?” I ask, running my hand over his forehead and up into his hair. He purrs, turning toward my touch, and for a second, I want to freeze time. Just behere, in the little stolen touches, and the sleepy smiles. Just Ant and me.
“I think we left the rest of the condoms in my room.” He tilts his head, squeezes my hips, and sits up beneath me to press a long, slow, wet kiss on my lips, the kind that makes you feel like you’re parched in the middle of the desert when it ends. When he tries to move me off his lap, I press him back down into the mattress.
“Listen, you’re the boss inmostother circumstances, but would I sound desperate enough if I said that I’m going toliterally dieif I don’t get inside you soon?—”
“You will notliterallydie, Ellis.” I lift a single brow to level him, and land both hands on his chest. “And anyway, I uh… I’m on the pill. If you want to—gah!”
I’m on my back before I can finish that sentence.
“I can have you bare?” he groans against my throat before laying open mouthed kisses up and down it.
“Yes, if you’re comfortable with?—”
“I had a physical done at the beginning of this school year. I’m good.”
“What about…”
I won’t say her name. Not in my damnbed.
“We uh… didn’t. Not after you, P.”
I don’t know what this means. Don’t know whatanyof this means. Not Ant in my bed, or the fact that he didn’t sleep with his girlfriend after hooking up with me in Florida, or the look in his eyes that holds more candor than any of the words he’s said to me since we moved in together. All I know is that if the walls around my heart continue to crumble, he’d better be there to catch me this time.
I kiss him. Hands up in his hair, body pressed into his, near levitating from my bed. He does catch me. Hands around my back, he lays himself over me, and the weight of his body becomes my anchor.
“Not gonna lie, just thethoughtof having you bare has me kind of at hair trigger status,” he says with a breathy chuckle.
I roll my hips into his, letting his cock notch against me. He pulls back, groaning, then steadies himself.
“Can I do it?” I ask, wrapping my hand around him. He’s still slick from my mouth, and just the featherlight touch of my fingers has him twitching.
“The sweetest question you could ever ask me. Yeah, P, put me inside you. I want to watch.”
I shiver, then do exactly as he’s asked. Inch by torturous inch, Ant sinks inside me. But when he said he wanted to watch, that’s not what he meant. When I catch his gaze, it’s locked on my face, my parted lips, myeyes. As soon as he bottoms out and settles atop me, I sigh, letting all my muscles relax. And then I feel it. That littleclick.It’s not a spark, or fireworks. It’s not some big revelation with strobe lights and fog machines. It’s a foundation. And he sees it too.
“There it is. There’s my girl.”
He cups my face, stroking his thumb down the side of my cheek before he presses his forehead to mine and rears his hips back.
He takes mesoslowly. I know he wants to savor this. I want that too. But something about thatclickmakes me want to run and hide, lock my heart away again so that when he inevitably drops it, there’s at least steel bars of reinforcement. But Ant holds me so tenderly, I’m beginning to wonder if I can trust us not to crumble this time.