Chapter Twelve
Six Years Ago
He was still nestled in between her folds as she caught her breath.
God, he felt slick and smooth. To separate from each other felt like she needed to release him, and she didn’t want to do that.
She delighted in the feeling of holding onto him in a way that she had never clutched onto a man before.
Never before had she felt so alive, so thrilled. So awakened. She had no concept of time. Had they been holding each other for ten seconds or ten minutes? It didn’t matter. She wasn’t letting go yet.
His forehead was pressed to hers, and as he rolled it slightly to the side, he kissed her cheek softly.
“How are you feeling, Nobi?” His hands rubbed her arms up and down, warming her from the night air, though that was wholly unnecessary. Her body was still on fire.
“I can’t describe it, Chris.” Her center could still feel his length, though it had softened, and the sensitivity between her legs was shooting stars up through her stomach. “I thought I just wanted a kiss.”
He hummed his agreement, though she wasn’t even sure what he was agreeing to since she didn’t fully understand her own thoughts.
At first all she wanted was a kiss, but here with him now, with this intimacy, she wanted everything.
She knew there was more, he had told her that they had to hold back.
They weren’t ready for a baby. That was such a statement in and of itself.
He hadn’t said, we can’t have a baby. Nor had he said, I can never give you a baby.
He had said that they weren’t ready. What did he mean?
Uhhh…the pulsing between her legs was not going away.
She couldn’t imagine experiencing more with anyone other than him.
It was utter insanity. Recklessness at its zenith.
But she was a slave to passion. To Chris.
A soft mewl leaked out of her throat. She didn’t want to leave. She already wanted—needed—more.
One of his hands was splayed on her back inching lower to tease her bottom. Through the layers of fabric, she could feel his pinky pressing into the top of her bum. And a shockwave rolled through her.
She looked up at him, glassy-eyed. Flooded with desire. Still. “Chris?” She nuzzled her nose into his neck.
“Yes, Nobi?
“I think I need more than just a kiss.”
His lips touched her neck gently. A soft nip of her skin. “What do you need? I’ll give you anything.”
“Uhh…” she shuddered as she felt his cock twitch. She was so sensitive she swore she could feel his length hardening again.
“Teach me everything.”
“I can’t do that in one night,” he hummed into her ear, tickling her to her soul.
“Start now. You can show me more another time. As many times as it takes.”
His grip strengthened on her, pulling her closer, and without doubt, she could feel him thickening.
It was a heady feeling to have him respond to her so quickly. She rolled her head back and rubbed herself on him again.
“Nobi,” he murmured, placing kisses along her chest. The cool breeze sent shivers through her nipples down to her toes. Pulling one nipple into his mouth again, she exhaled a shaky breath.
“Yes, Chris. There must be ways to do this without the risk of a baby, aren’t there?”
“Yes. I can do that for you. For us. You want to do this, Nobi?” He drew his finger down along her collarbone. “You know what that means?”
She pushed up on her knees and arched her breasts into his face while she whispered into his ear.
“I need you, Chris. All of you. And I think I’ll need you again in the future.
” This wanton woman was unrecognizable, but she had to trust her gut.
It was how she made decisions. How she took aim and let her shots fire.
It was how she read her sisters and intervened only when necessary.
And now it was happening with Chris. She didn’t pretend to know the future, she just knew that this moment was important.
“This will be different, Nobi. If we start this, it will be much harder for me to stop. I will. If you ask me to, just say the word. But once we start this…it will take every last ounce of willpower I have to stop.”
“I trust you.”
His eyes darkened to an even closer shade of night as his fingers worked between them and he loosened her drawstring completely.
There was no anchor for his cock, no resting place.
But he was as hard as steel. With his hands on her waist, and his eyes on her face, he parted his thighs and slowly rounded his hips up into her.
And she could feel his head notched at her entrance.
“Is this what you want, Nobi?”
“Yes.” She could hear it in her voice too, there was no disguising how desperate she sounded. If urgency had a name, she would have sent him a letter requesting more notice for his visit next time because he was pounding on her insides, begging for more. Begging to be let in.
Chris, on the other hand, or perhaps just on the surface, was demonstrating calmness and restraint. But she could see the toll it was taking on him.
She could ask him to stop. She could still remain a virgin, but she didn’t want to. With a rare franticness, she wanted to share this experience with Chris.
Now.
And she wanted him to hear it from her. “Yes, yes, yes, Chris. I want you inside of me, please.”
“Take me inside of you, Nobi,” he murmured into her ear. “Let me fill you up.”
His head pressed into her, she could feel herself stretching, sucking him inside of herself.
Chris’s movements were slow, considerate, letting her acclimate to his size.
“God, Chris. You feel so big.”
He shuddered at the words, an unbidden groan slipped out. “Take all of me, Nobi. That’s it. You’re such a good girl.”
The pace was excruciatingly slow, but perfect, allowing her to soak up every second. Every sensation. Every breath.
When her pelvic bone met his, she felt him everywhere within her and enveloping her.
Like they were in their own time and space.
Nothing else existed beyond their connection.
For now, in this moment, they were one. Truly together.
She let herself sit on him, feeling him.
As her hands trembled over his shoulders, he whispered sweet words to her telling her she was a good girl, that they would take this at her pace, that he could wait like this forever.
And her heart was overflowing. The moment was too big to drink in for too long. She might drown herself in the deluge.
Her body craved some movement, so she pressed closer to him, forward. The front hardened pebble rubbed against the base of his cock, and she cried out in bliss.
“That’s a good girl. Find what you love and go after it.”
She rocked back slowly, the movement singing through her. Forward and backward in erratic movements, feeling him inside of her.
She never would have dreamed that she would be experiencing this with him here and now. But sometimes life didn’t provide the typical. Sometimes it offered the exceptional. She would be a fool to pass this by.
Looking for more movement, she pushed up on her knees, the feeling of her sliding up him, rippled through her.
Keeping him inside, she slammed back down on him.
A moan erupted out of her full of primal need.
She had no control over herself, only a driving, pulsating passion for this man.
For what he had to offer her. For how he made her feel whole. And wholly alive.
“Chris,” she begged him for something, she didn’t know what. But he knew. His hands were on her hips and his lips were latched onto a hidden part on her side. He was sucking and nipping at her. Slamming her down on his cock. Changing the tempo to keep her guessing.
When she whispered hoarsely, “Yes, there,” he maintained his movements.
Her groans erupted into the night air, calling to his depths, again. Reaching for him. Offering herself.
“Yes!” she called out, her hands gripping his shoulders. “Yes,” she whimpered again, this time her hands fastened in his hair. “Yes,” she screamed, letting her arms go limp.
The wave crashed into her, over her. And then another pulled her under. “Uhhhh, Chris,” she moaned his name as another ripple ribboned through her.
He thrust into her and growled her name. With a quick movement, he lifted her up, off of him, and she felt the warm liquid seep down her thigh.
Sitting her back down on his lap, he whispered something so quietly that she wasn’t sure she heard correctly. She couldn’t decipher the meaning, and she didn’t care to. She thought he said, “I’m ruined.”