Chapter 34
Easton
Friends—Chase Atlantic
Rayne’s eyes are dark with desire as she slips the condom onto me. She meets my gaze, and I drown in her eyes. I can’t think. My blood is boiling and I’ve never been this hot before. All I can feel is her hand on my cock, her touch firm and confident.
I moan as she slides her hand down. Then she smiles, and I almost lose control. I almost lost it once already when she started making those soft noises and pressing herself against my hand. Now she stands on tiptoes and wraps both arms around the back of my neck, leaning into me.
Her naked body against mine is almost too much. Everything about her is so perfect, in her own way. My breath comes in heavy gasps, and I lean my forehead against hers, fighting for self-control, our mouths almost touching.
“Kiss me,” she whispers, a plea in her voice.
So I kiss her, deep and hot. I’m so hard now that it hurts. I forget that I wanted to be careful, to take my time, because I want it to be right for her. I can’t think anymore, and she’s the reason why. Rayne in my arms, her taste in my mouth, her skin against mine.
I lift her up and she wraps her long, slender legs around me, legs that have been driving me crazy for weeks.
Everything about her drives me crazy. There’s a rushing sound in my ears and my cock twitches and begs for more.
With her in my arms, I walk back to the bed.
I find my way without looking, let her sink onto the mattress, and then sit up so I can look at her.
Her purple hair spreads out like a fan around her head, and she looks up at me. My mouth goes dry. She’s so beautiful.
“Easton,” she says. I love hearing my name coming out of her mouth.
I love her voice, especially the fact that it sounds a little deeper than usual, a little huskier.
Rayne reaches for me and pulls me down, spreads her legs and wraps them around my body.
I feel her heat against me, and I think I’m going to die.
“Please,” she begs. I give in and reach between us. She’s so wet. She’s my downfall, and I don’t mind at all.
I enter her carefully and pause, giving her time to get used to me. She moves first, her pelvis lifting slowly. I follow her movement until we find another rhythm, hard and fast. We lose control and—fuck, nothing has ever felt this good.
I’m losing it, and I don’t give a damn. Her hips thrust forward, and mine meet hers. A familiar pressure builds inside of me, but too fast, too soon. This isn’t supposed to happen yet. But I can’t stop myself, and she gives me no choice, moving faster, her legs holding me where she wants me.
“Fuck, Rayne, I can’t! I have to slow down—” I break off as she shakes her head.
“No, not slower. Keep going, please!”
She kisses me, and I want to do what she’s asking, I really do, but I can’t, so I brace myself with one hand on the mattress to give me enough space to slide the other hand between us.
“Easton.” She moans my name and starts to say something else, but before she can, another moan escapes her lips as I find the right spot.
We gasp at the same time as she arches her back, lifting her pelvis a little higher.
We push ourselves toward each other and I thrust into her, letting my fingers circle.
She comes before me, just by a few seconds, with a cry that pushes me over the edge. Her muscles tighten around me and I. Can’t. Take. Any. More.
I come, and I didn’t know it could feel so damn good to lose a part of myself.
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Rayne’s head is on my chest. We’re still awake, and her fingers wander over my skin, a feather-light touch. Her eyes are closed, and there’s a smile playing around her lips.
“You’re in love with me,” she murmurs, and now I have to smile too.
“Yes.”
“I’m in love with you too.” Her voice is suddenly soft and sleepy.
“Yes,” I repeat. I feel warm, but a different kind of warm than before.
She falls asleep, nestled against me, naked skin against naked skin.
Her breathing becomes slow and heavy, as does her body.
She sighs softly and I close my eyes. It’s crazy, but I never want to do anything else but fall asleep and wake up again next to her.