Page 73 of Reckless Love
I look at him, full of so many questions, but too afraid to ask them. Now that we’re here, I don’t want to do anything to burst our bubble.
When we reach his bed, he tosses me on the bed and we both grin at each other. It’s still unreal to me that we’re doing this, the barriers we’ve carefully constructed demolished after tonight…or at least for right now. I’m terrified to think of what happens beyond tonight.
He prowls over me and tilts his head up. “On your stomach. I want to see you from every angle.”
When I turn over, his hands guide my hips up, until my backside is in the air. Heat flushes my neck and face. I’m comfortable with my body, but I’m not used to this level of exposure.
My sex life has been vanilla ice cream, not even the melty kind, but the freezer-burn vanilla where you kind of wince with every bite like,is this still good?
But I trust him.
His hands run over my cheeks reverently as he curses under his breath.
“Elle love, I’m obsessed with your tits, but this perfect peach,” he squeezes me, exhaling a rough breath, “goddamn, baby.”
His hardness slides up and down between my cheeks and I drip in anticipation. His breath hitches and his fingers reach up between my legs to rub the wetness all over me. His lips brush against my ear.
“You ready for me?” he asks.
“Yes,” comes out shakily.
I hear the rip of the condom wrapper and one of his hands leaves me briefly to slide it on. I turn to watch him over my shoulder, and his eyes are trained on where he guides himself inside. I gasp when he enters me and his eyes squeeze shut for a second when he goes in a little further. At my moan, he stares into my eyes before looking down at where we’re joined again.
“Take it, Elle baby. That’s it. I always knew you were mine.”
His words. God.
My head drops forward and I push back into him, making him go deeper. The sensation is already too strong. I already feel close.
“You’re swallowing me up, fucking greedy for me,” he rasps, dragging in and out of me.
“I am,” I moan. “Don’t go slow, I need more.”
“I will, Elle. I will. But first, you’ve gotta be desperate for it.”
I cry out when he goes deeper and then drags out again. His hands tighten around my hips when I try to go faster.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he says. “Do you think anyone else can love your body like I can?”
I bury my face into the bed and he leans down, his chest against my back, his lips against my ear as he continues his painfully slow glide in and out.
“Answer me, love. I need to know that you feel what this is between us.”
“I feel it,” I say into the bed.
He wraps his fist around my hair and tugs it back so my face is off of the bed and turns me, kissing me the way he’s fucking me. It gets so intense that his movements become more haphazard, picking up tempo, but it’s still not as fast and hard as I want him. He goes in deep and it’s heaven and then pulls back until I’m feral for him.
I break away from his kiss and moan, my body trembling with this insatiable need, and I hear the smile in his voice when he asks again, “Do you think anyone else can love your body like I can?”
“No,” my voice breaks.
His chest lifts from my back, and I miss his warmth, but he makes up for it right away. One hand stays on my hip, while the other moves between my legs, rubbing circles over me, until I’m panting his name. He moves in earnest now, the sounds of our skin slapping together erotic.
“I’ve. Wanted. You. For. So. Long.” His words hiss through gritted teeth as he pounds into me.
My thoughts somersault over themselves, but only in my head.
You have? I’ve wanted you for so long. Every time I looked at you, every time I was near you, every time we’ve laughed together, cried together, were quiet together…every time you called me Elle love and Elle baby.