8. Boone
Chapter Eight
BOONE
I've pictured this moment in my head at least a thousand times.
Ever since our makeout session in the basement a few days ago, all I've thought about is how much I loved the sounds she made and how delicious she tasted.
But absolutely nothing could have prepared me for experiencing the real thing.
Caroline is lying naked beneath me on the couch, her skin glowing against the soft Christmas lighting in the living room. She's wet and spread open wide for me, and it's got to be the sexiest thing I've ever seen.
And now that I know she loves me just as much as I love her, I can't wait to make her scream.
Pulling her up into my arms and pressing her body hard against my chest, I bring our mouths together once again. For a second, she's still. Too surprised to move. But then, all at once, she lets herself go too. Melting against me.
Scooping her legs up with one arm and holding her waist with the other, I carry her upstairs to the guest bedroom.
As I lay her down on top of the blankets, I expect her to protest that we're moving too fast. To pull away in embarrassment. But she doesn't.
Instead, she's panting with desire, her gorgeous tits bobbing up and down with every harsh breath.
Her eyes are still wide, shining in the soft moonlight. Lingering on my chest and stomach.
"Don't worry, sweetheart," I say. "I won't hurt you."
She takes a deep breath. "I know."
Leaning forward across the bed, I put my mouth on hers again, and she gasps in pleasure.
With a groan, I nip her lower lip, making her gasp again. Then I climb fully onto the bed, propped up on my elbows above her.
Each time I plant a kiss on her face, she giggles more. I kiss her chin, each of her cheeks, her nose, her forehead.
Eventually, I move down to her neck. Each kiss I leave there is longer.
"We'll take things at your pace," I say into her neck. "Tell me if I move too fast."
She nods her head. "Okay. But I don't think you will."
Time passes us slowly as we lie in bed together. Despite my passion and desire for her, I keep losing myself in her beauty. Stopping what I'm doing just to stare at her. To smell her flowery scent. To simply enjoy her.
And judging by the way she continues to touch me, she feels the same way about me.
"You're so beautiful," I tell her. "I feel like the luckiest guy in the world."
It's a cheesy line, but it's true.
Her nipples rise and fall beneath me as her breath quickens. She's blushing again.
"Thank you," she says quietly.
I yank my shirt over my head and kick off my jeans and boxers. Now, we've finally laid everything bare for each other. Everything we are is out in the open.
As I kiss her neck again, she sighs deeply. The sound of pure bliss.
"I've wanted you since the moment I met you," I growl, trailing more kisses across her shoulder. "Since I first saw you at Callum and Penny's wedding. You were wearing the most beautiful blue dress. And you had your hair down."
"You remember all that?" she asks.
"Of course. I could never forget you."
Then I slide my lips to her ear.
"But now I'm done talking about that. All I want to do is show you how much I want to get inside that hot little pussy of yours."
Caroline whimpers at my dirty words. Then she reaches out shyly and grabs my cock, rubbing her thumb across the angry, red tip.
My nostrils flare, and I nearly blackout from how good it feels.
"Your dick is so hard," she breathes. "And huge."
My chest swells with pride. "It's all for you, baby. You turn me on so much."
"All for me," Caroline repeats. Then she gives me a sexy little grin as she leans forward and licks a drop of precum off the tip. "Is this all for me, too?"
"Fuck," I grind out as she seals her lips around my shaft.
Her mouth is hot and wet, and after only a few seconds, she takes me straight to the edge.
"Okay, that's enough teasing, sweetheart," I chuckle. I thread my fingers through her hair as I tug her gently back up. She releases my dick with a popping sound.
"Are you sure?" She asks.
"I'm sure, baby. As sexy as you look with my dick down your throat, right now, I just want to be inside you."
I position her so that she's straddling my lap, her knees on either side of my hips. The moonlight glows through her hair, making her look like an angel hovering over me.
And I can't resist telling her.
"You look like an angel right now," I whisper. "My angel."
"And you're mine," she says, leaning down and kissing me.
I coast my fingers up her sides and cup her breasts. She arches her back, pushing herself into my hands.
When she does, her wetness traces over the ridges of my erection, and I groan.
I know she feels it, too, because her body trembles against me, and her fingers dig into my skin. Then her head falls back, and she moans.
So I take the opportunity to run my tongue down her neck to the curve of her breast, and I suck her nipple between my lips.
Caroline rolls her hips, gliding over my erection again, making us both groan. My hips thrust up like they have a mind of their own, creating more friction between our bodies.
"Boone, please."
"Please, what, baby? Tell me what you need."
Her eyes meet mine. "You. I need you inside me now."
"Your wish is my command, sweetheart."
Then I lift her up and settle her slowly down on my hard length, filling her to the hilt. I keep my hips still as she adjusts to my size. Then, she slowly starts to move.
"That's it, baby," I encourage. "Do whatever you want. I just want to see you come on my cock."
Caroline starts rolling her hips faster, and her pussy is like a hot vice around my dick. I never want this to end.
I thrust deep inside her and reach down between us, rolling a finger over her clit.
"Oh!" she cries.
"Are you going to come, baby?"
"So close," she pants.
I grab her face and pull her in for a passionate kiss while we move our bodies together. Electricity at the base of my spine has me nearing my release.
Her thighs tremble around me, and her pussy clamps down around me.
"Boone!" She cries my name against my lips, kissing me frantically as she hits her peak.
"Tell me you want me to come inside you, baby," I groan.
"Please come inside me," Caroline pants.
I drive into her two more times, and then I'm spilling my release inside her.
Her body moves against mine, soft and responsive. I hold her to me, giving her all the pleasure she deserves. Kissing every inch of her wonderful skin. It's heaven.
For the first time since I met her, she looks so free. So complete.
Happy.
And I know that, deep down, this is the happiest I've ever felt, too.
The world ebbs away, leaving only her. In only a week, she's become my whole world. And in some part of my soul, I know my life will never be the same again.
"Are you okay?" I ask softly.
"That was amazing," she breathes.
I grin. "Agreed."
She giggles as if to herself. "Look out the window. It's snowing again."
My eyes follow hers out the uncovered window. She's right.
Large chunks of snow are falling past us. Like enormous, frozen confetti. Like the world itself is celebrating what just happened.
I pull her closer to me, feeling the warmth of her body flowing through mine. She wraps her arms around me tightly. Like she never wants to let me go again.
It's an incredible feeling. One I've never felt before. I want to feel it as long as I can, whatever it is. I want to hold onto it the same way Caroline is holding onto me. I want to keep her.
Love. That's the word for it.
Love.