Chapter 29 - Chelsea
Yes!
The word seems to flow out of my brain, filling every cell in my body. This is it. This is real. No cameras.
I open my mouth slowly, hoping he’ll notice. Wonderfully, he does. His tongue is warm and strong and as he gently explores my mouth, my knees get weak. I grab onto him, and he tightens his grip on me.
My chest presses against his. Suddenly I’m acutely aware of our clothes. My dress and his shirt—two thin pieces of fabric—seem like a mile high wall between us. A wall I need to tear down, right now.
I let go of him. He either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care, either of which is fine with me. We keep kissing while I slide the straps of my dress off my shoulders and down to my waist. It takes a little more force to get it down past my hips, then it falls to the floor with a soft thump that seems very far away.
I crush my body against his and he slides his hand up my bare back. I’m wearing nothing but the small scrap of fabric that is my panties. Against my breasts the fabric of his shirt feels rough. I slide my hand down and do my best to wrap it around his erection, which is straining to get out of his pants.
He moans. The vibration seems to reverberate out of his throat, through his whole body and then through mine. I shiver and he pulls me in closer, holding me tighter.
“You want to do this? You’re sure?” he murmurs in my ear.
I wouldn’t have thought it was possible, but that makes me love him even more. I just ripped off my clothes—basically served myself to him on a silver platter—and he’s so considerate he’s double checking.
“I’m sure,” I say, and take his hand and place it on my breast.
“Thank god,” he says. “I’ve been dreaming about this for months.”
“So have I,” I confess quietly.
He strokes my face and then, in one swift move, scoops me up. He keeps kissing me, though when he lays me gently on the bed, I realize he must have had his eyes open to see the way.
I start to sit up and reach for his belt, but he grabs my hand and pulls it away. When I cry out in protest he silences me with a kiss, his hands roaming all over my body. I fall back on the bed.
“At least take your shirt off,” I beg.
He laughs and unbuttons it, tossing it off to the side. I reach out and place one hand over his heart. I can’t feel it beating. My own heart is pounding, and I imagine his is in perfect sync with mine. It must be.
“God, Chels, you’re so beautiful.”
I feel a bit of the heat that is searing through me rush to my face. He starts working his way down my body with slow, soft kisses. I run my fingers through his hair. I raise my hips off the bed, encouraging him. He grabs the sides of my panties and pulls them down. His mouth follows them down my leg and I moan as he gets further and further away from where I want him to be.
He kisses the inside of my ankle very tenderly, then pulls my legs apart. I cry out and he freezes.
“No, don’t stop,” I plead, and he lowers his face between my legs.
Oh god. Oh god, oh god, oh god. His breath is warm, and his tongue is amazing. I can’t come before he’s inside me, I just can’t.
“Please, Scott.”
His hands let go of my legs and I can only pray he’s taking off his pants. Then I hear the unmistakable sound of a condom being ripped open. He raises up his head and climbs on top of me. I arch my back up, brushing my nipples across his chest. Then I slide my hands down his back and grab his butt, pulling him towards me, into me.
I am sopping wet. He pushes into me, forcing me open for him and it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life. Then we are moving together, the intensity building and building until I can’t take it anymore.
“Now, Sco…”
I’m gone, I’m drowning, endless pleasure is coursing through me and he’s crying out my name with a reverence I’ve never heard before. He holds himself up over me, apparently afraid to crush me. I want to be crushed.
I squeeze him, tightening up around him with all my might, and he moans. Then I pull him down on top of me, the perfect blanket.
“You,” he says.
Us, I think.
I try to form the words, but they won’t come. I’m sinking, deeper and deeper, all my muscles more fully relaxed than they have ever been.
It’s okay,I tell myself. Sleep now. No need to even dream. It already came true.