Page 83 of We'll Meet Again
“Mine,” he repeated as if reading her mind, and he started to drive into her at a dizzying pace. She tried to push back to match him, but he held her firmly in place, his fingers digging into her skin like they never had before - like he wanted to leave a mark.
“Yours,” she moaned back. “Only yours.”
He groaned and moved faster, wrapping an arm around her hips to get his fingers to her clit. With his strokes reaching the perfect angle inside her, and the pressure on her clit, she clenched around him, the spring in her belly wound tight. She was so close, so close, so close.
“There,” she sighed. “Just like that, Ethan, God,yes.”
“I got you, baby,” he said hoarsely.
He continued his steadfast rhythm, as consistent in the bedroom as he was outside of it. And somehow, each thrust got better, brought Billie closer to the edge, made her moan a little louder. Fuck, she was nearly there. Her legs were quivering. Then she felt his lips, soft and tender on her shoulder.
“Come for me,” he whispered.
Her lungs tightened. Stars flashed behind her eyes, and she completely unraveled, spasming around him so much, he stilled inside her, his own release overlapping with hers. She shuddered. Her body felt like warm liquid and she collapsed onto the bed, him right behind her, still inside and grinding slowly as they came down from their respective highs. His heavy breath on her skin made her shiver, but he only held her closer. He murmured her praises into her skin, and even though she couldn’t hear them over the pounding of her heart, she felt them.
“Well,” she panted, unsure if it was the room spinning or her mind. “I hope you feel properly congratulated.”
He laughed and kissed her shoulder again. “I feel like I’ve already won the whole damn cup.”
She hummed contentedly. “Let me roll over, will you?”
“Okay, but I wanna be back inside you right after.”
“You’re already hard again?”
“With you, darlin’, it’s difficult not to be.”
Giggling, she nudged him up and off of her so she could turn onto her back. He hovered over her until she was ready, then settled his hips between her legs, pushing gently back into her. She gasped, still sensitive from the orgasm, but enjoying the fullness of having him there. The feeling was warm and comfortable, like one of her self care baths.
“You okay?” he asked, voice raw with affection as he traced her jaw with his thumb.
She nodded, her eyes falling closed. “Feels good.”
He kissed her softly, in that unhurried way he always did after sex, then rested his head on her chest. She wondered if he could hear her heart beating, or perhaps its desire to leap from the confines of her ribcage and surrender itself to his care. She pressed her lips to his sweaty forehead.
“I really am proud of you,” she said.
He turned his face to meet her gaze. “It was one goal.”
“It wasn’t one goal, it wasthegoal.”
“You’re too good to me, darlin’.”
“Honestly, Twitter is probably going mad right now with video of that.”
“I don’t wanna talk about Twitter.”
“I’m sorry, was there something else on the agenda?”
He silenced her with a deep, leisurely kiss. She smiled against him and pulled away to look him in the eyes.
“What would you like to talk about then?” she asked.
His eyes searched hers, the green depths shining with warmth. “You know what you remind me of?”
“What’s that?”
“The air after a summer rain in Carolina,” he said. “You can smell the moisture and the earth. And when you look out, you can see steam rising from the pavement.”