25 | come with me
A familiar scent was the first thing I noticed. It whispered his name in the air around me, tempting me to wake up to a reality that was even better than my dreams. Slowly, I opened my eyes. Darkness shrouded his figure, and I noticed the surrounding silence.
My instinct was to wake him; to thank him for believing me last night; to apologise for the mistakes I had made; but when I saw the calm motion of his bare chest, expanding and deflating with his quiet breaths, I could tell he was fast asleep.
I snuggled closer and brushed my lips across the soft skin on the side of his chest, leaving a trail of feather-light kisses. When he stirred, I jerked away, worried I had woken him. Turning onto his side, he continued to sleep peacefully, and I owed him a moment of it – of peace. After leaving a last tender kiss of good morning on his back, I climbed carefully out of bed and went to the bathroom to have a shower.
As I sauntered into the kitchen later, I was grateful to see that Jason had already tidied the flat. I was also grateful to see that nobody had decided to sleep here. After last night, I was not in the mood to entertain any guests other than William.
I was sitting at the kitchen table, eating cereal, when Jason came in wearing a pair of navy boxers .
‘Morning,’ he greeted, groggy.
‘Morning.’
‘William still asleep?’
‘Yeah.’
While pouring himself a glass of water, he shook his head. ‘Listen, I’m seriously sorry about last night. Had I expected you to bring Aaron home with you, I would have refused to host poker night – or at least I would have warned you about it. But I didn’t think it mattered since you and Will had already agreed to meet up.’
‘It’s all right.’
Turning toward me, he wrinkled his nose. ‘I heard you fell out with Aaron.’
‘Will told you?’
‘Yeah.’
Sighing, I raised a spoonful of cereal to my mouth. ‘Then I suppose he also told you about my text.’
‘He did.’
I lowered the spoon again. ‘I really messed up, Jason.’
He chugged his glass of water and then exhaled loudly, shrugging his shoulders. ‘I actually took your side.’
My eyes widened. ‘Did you?’
He nodded, putting the empty glass on the worktop behind him. ‘I know you wouldn’t have slept with Aaron. But I can still understand why Will doubted you for a minute, especially since you’ve got a terrible track record with him in terms of telling lies. I mean, even when you met, you were lying, and then you asked him to keep me in the dark about what happened between you ... So you’ve come across as a tad deceitful to him from the outset, I’m sorry to say it.’
I grimaced, my stomach clenching in a knot. ‘It sounds so bad when you put it that way. I don’t understand where it’s come from – it’s not like me.’
‘It really isn’t.’ Jason shook his head and crossed his arms. ‘But in every case where you have lied, the common denominator is Will.’
I frowned, unsure of where he was going with this. ‘Okay?’
‘Well, what I’m trying to say is that you should bear that in mind – try to be more conscious of it. If I were you, I would stop lying wherever he’s concerned.’
I folded my arms. ‘It’s not like it’s been my goal to lie to him. Things have just kind of happened that way. I mean, when we first met, I lied about my identity because he’d acted like an arsehole. Then I decided to maintain the lie because I didn’t want him to be able to find me. He seemed very interested, so I just thought it was the best way to ensure a clean break. And when it comes to you, I omitted, but it was only because—’
‘I know all this, and there’s no doubt you’ve had good intentions. But having good intentions doesn’t necessarily mean you’re doing the right thing. When it comes to Will, the right thing to do is always to tell him the truth. You don’t have to worry about preserving his feelings – he’s a grown man. He can handle that himself. What he can’t handle, however, are lies.’
I pushed my bowl away. I had lost my appetite. ‘Well, I certainly won’t repeat it. I had enough of a fright last night. I really thought he would end things with me at one point.’
‘Did you?’
‘Yeah. In fact, after hearing this, I struggle to understand how he can still be interested in me. I mean, most people would have considered my actions to be a giant red flag, wouldn’t they?’
His lips curved into a gentle smile. ‘Will knows your reasons better than anyone, so he doesn’t see it that way. He understands why you’ve done it, so he’s writing it off as the exception to the rule.’
I let out a breath of relief. ‘Good, because it was.’
‘I know – I told him that.’
I looked at him with gratitude. ‘Thanks for having my back, Jason.’
‘Of course. Just please don’t give me a reason to regret it.’
‘I definitely won’t.’
‘Good.’ He looked at the floor, seeming to contemplate something. ‘Have you heard anything from Aaron since last night?’
I stared miserably at my bowl of cereal, my lips protruding. ‘No.’
‘I’m sure he’ll get over it soon enough,’ he said and walked over to me. ‘Aaron’s not the bitter type.’
‘I hope you’re right,’ I said as he rubbed my back. ‘I think he feels betrayed, though, and he’s probably a bit disappointed since he’ll have to find a new bed partner now.’
‘I don’t think he’ll have much trouble with that. He’s an attractive guy.’
I nodded. ‘He is.’
He grabbed the seat beside me, and some silence elapsed.
‘Cara, I’ve been wondering. ’
‘What?’
He scratched his cheek. ‘It’s going to sound very wrong, but I’m just so curious.’
‘What?’
‘Is Will really that good in bed?’ he asked, a little intimidated. ‘I remember you said he was the best you’d ever been with.’
I burst into laughter. That was the last question I had expected to hear.
‘Sibling rivalry, Jase?’
‘I’m just a bit impressed.’
I shook my head, grinning with amusement. ‘Well, it’s been months since we slept together, but if he’s maintained his skills, then yes, he is outstanding.’
He fixed his gaze on the table. ‘Any tips?’
‘Why don’t you ask him yourself?’ Giggling, I stood up to put my bowl in the dishwasher.
‘You know, I think I might.’
‘Do. Men like William should spread their knowledge. It’s not fair that such a small number of women get to experience sex like that. What I can tell you is that the woman’s pleasure is his only focus. I’ve never met a man more attuned to the female body during sex in my life. Aaron’s great, but William’s another level.’
‘Hm.’
I gazed into the living room. The sofa was tempting. ‘I’m spending the day in today. Do you have any plans or shall we find a TV show to binge until William wakes up?’
‘I’m in.’
‘Can we still cuddle or is that off—’
‘Hey’ – he looked at me with a lowered brow – ‘I’ve agreed to share you with him, not give you to him.’
Charmed, I gave him a smile.
§ § §
Suddenly I woke up from an accidental nap. Sprawled across Jason on the sofa, I turned my head and saw that he was fast asleep. What time was it? Was William still here? I had to find out.
As gently as I could, I pulled away from Jason and approached my bedroom. Very carefully, I opened the door and peeked inside. William was still sleeping soundly in my bed, and the view left a tender smile on my mouth. Closing the door again, I decided to make him breakfast.
I had just turned on the cooker when I sensed a presence behind me. Turning away from the omelette I was making, I nearly squealed at the sight of William. He raised his forefinger to his lips, commanding silence, and jerked his head in Jason’s direction, who was still napping on the sofa.
Recovering from the jolt, I straightened myself and did a visual sweep of his body, which towered only a couple of feet away from me. His hair was in disarray, and he was only wearing a pair of white boxers.
Yet again, I was stunned by his beauty. Excitement prickled my face as my eyes traced the line of hair that climbed up from his boxers toward his navel. I knew where the strands began, and the thought aroused me.
Breaking out of my trance, I faced the cooker again, but I froze with tension when I sensed him moving closer. He stopped behind me, the heat of his body radiating against my own. Gulping, I looked at him out of the corner of my eye. He leaned over my shoulder, his eyes shifting between the frying pan and my profile. Very gently, he put his hand on my hip.
I stopped breathing.
Using his other hand, he reached in front of me and turned off the hob. Then he shoved the pan to the side and took the spatula out of my hand, letting it rest on the edge of the pan.
His lips drew nearer to my ear. My heart thundered.
He kissed my temple, his lips grazing my profile as he lowered them to my neck.
‘Come with me,’ he whispered, and I nearly shuddered at the sound of his seductive tone.
Taking my hand, he interlaced our fingers and led the way to my bedroom. My nervous heart was beating at a hundred miles per hour when he opened the door and walked in.
A small gap between the curtains allowed some light of day to illuminate the room, and through it, I saw heavy rain cascading from the sky. The sound of it tapping against the windows soothed me somewhat, as it summoned a sense of intimacy.
William pulled me inside and shut the door. Letting go of my hand, he gripped my hips and pressed me against the wall. I swallowed as I stared up at him, full of anticipation. His eyes radiated warmth as he held my gaze, his lips bending into an enchanting smile that took my breath away. Again, that sweet but foreign feeling crowded my heart, making it throb .
During that brief moment in time, I felt entirely alive. Dynamic and full of life. I could feel my blood coursing through my veins, feel the air as it passed through my lungs. All my senses sharpened. Suddenly, life wasn’t just something I had been tossed into and emotionlessly endured. It was vibrant, it was vigorous, and it was magical. The present had never felt so real.
‘I love seeing that colour in your cheeks,’ he said, still wearing that captivating smile.
I hadn’t noticed my blush until he pointed it out. My whole body felt hot, so I hadn’t given a thought to the fact that my face would be too.
A coy grin spread my lips. Raising my arms, I wrapped them around his neck and pressed myself against him. His smile widened, and the tenderness that shone from his eyes set my body alight.
I longed to feel him again, both within and without. I wanted him to devour me the way the night consumed the day to reveal infinity. Like the night sky, I hoped his devotion would be infinite. There in the dark, I could strip to my core without fear of judgment, for eternity.
Hesitation emitted from him when he seemed to gauge the desire in my eyes. Slowly, he lowered his head to invite my lips, and I met him with full force. Jumping up, I hooked my limbs around him and returned his kiss with vigour.
His hands began to probe my body, worshipping what I had now devoted exclusively to him. Turning, he carried me to the bed and lowered us onto it, careful not to break our kiss. As he lay down on top of me, I smoothed my hands down his muscular back until I finally reached the band of his boxers. Sliding my fingers underneath it, I clawed his taut cheeks. His grin interfered with our kiss then, and it was contagious.
Pulling away, he propped himself on all fours. Then he grabbed my jaw and arrested my eyes. The heat in my cheeks mounted. Was he going to refuse me again?
Still smiling, he released my jaw and trailed his hand down my throat. As he reached the valley between my breasts, he dragged his finger to the left and drew a circle around my erect nipple. The tantalising feeling caused a throb between my legs. I could feel myself growing wetter, my vaginal walls tremoring with desire.
‘Please, Will,’ I begged in a whisper.
His smile turned crooked, his eyes glimmering with mischief. ‘Please what, Cara?’ He dragged his finger across my chest and circled my right nipple .
‘I want to feel you again,’ I said.
He abandoned my breasts and trailed his finger toward the sash of my robe. Then he proceeded past it, and my body tensed with suspense.
He lowered his head until not even an inch separated our mouths. His breath fanned across my lips, beckoning. ‘Do you?’
Reaching between us, I responded boldly by gripping his hand and guiding it further down. Spreading my legs wider apart, I pushed my underwear aside and dipped his fingers in my arousal.
A grin spread his lips while ardent desire ignited in his eyes.
‘Show me where it feels best,’ he said.
Fresh heat painted my face as I raised his hand a little higher and slightly to the left. When his forefinger rested upon my most sensitive area, I released his hand.
‘There,’ I said vulnerably.
He applied pressure. Pleasure bolted through me at once, and my lips parted.
Suddenly he pulled away and retreated out of the bed. Dread made my chest contract, but it vanished when he reached for his boxers. Pushing them down, he revealed his erection, and the sight aroused me like nothing else. I could barely contain my excitement. This was really happening.
When I looked up, his gaze was sizzling. My breathing grew louder and faster, my heart hammering with anticipation. The magnitude of my feelings was overwhelming, and they seemed to have embedded in my chest, there to remain for ever; all of a sudden, my lungs were sharing the space with something entirely new.
He knelt beside the bed and left a trail of amorous kisses up my calves. I shuddered, my skin crawling with goosebumps. Teasing electricity charged between our bodies, intensifying my lust for him. At his touch, I felt powerful enough to shake the whole world, as though I had become divine.
He kissed his way upward, his big hands smoothing their way up my thighs until they snuck under the skirt of my robe and hooked in my underwear. His shoulders and back muscles rippled with his movements, and I savoured the view. He was exquisitely masculine. Compared with his robust physique, I was fragile, but it was something I relished. He seemed so much like a fortress – impenetrable and a source of safety.
My breath hitched when he tugged my knickers down my legs. As the cold air touched my nether lips, I realised just how ready I was – completely soaked and just waiting to be claimed by none other than him.
Closing my eyes, I submerged myself in the blissful feeling of his mouth drawing closer and closer to my sex. His breath breezed across my thighs as he kissed his way inward. Fastening his arms around my legs, he yanked me toward him.
I gasped, my eyes shooting wide open.
A smirk dwelled on his mouth as he glanced back at me through long, dark lashes. ‘The taste of you has been haunting me for months, so forgive me, but I demand my share.’
I could feel my face reddening. Immersed in expectancy, I ran my fingers through his hair and tugged at the strands. I watched as he leaned closer and pressed a gentle kiss directly on my bundle of nerves. Like a powerful strike of electricity, the delicious friction sent a current of pleasure rippling throughout my body, making me quiver in my desire for more. Cool air spread across my wetness as he chuckled at my reaction, and then his warm tongue lapped over my folds, collecting the arousal that kept seeping out of me.
Ah, that felt so good.
‘Mm, Cara.’ His voice was smoky. ‘I want you to touch yourself while I make you come with my mouth.’
Erotic William Night. The thrill of experiencing his verbal ways of lovemaking again was wildly refreshing.
Yielding to his command, I caressed myself while his tongue drew slow circles around my clit, sensitising me and preparing me for direct impact. If he had learned this technique during his time with Kate, I felt incredibly grateful toward her, because I was the one taking pleasure from it now.
Groaning, I untied my robe and bared my breasts. Meanwhile, his expert tongue switched patterns, going round and round and then up and down along the sides of my throbbing clit.
This teasing was driving me mad. He was even better than Aaron, and it was nothing short of tormenting. I was desperate for his direct attention. More aroused than I had ever been, I knew what I had waiting, and I wanted it all. Now.
‘Will,’ I pleaded and pinched my nipples. ‘Please, you’re driving me mad.’
He swept his tongue over my clit then, and intense pleasure charged through me, making me stiffen. But then he proceeded to circle it again, making it clear that he wasn’t done teasing me.
I moaned and tugged his hair, growing increasingly frustrated.
‘Sorry,’ he chuckled. ‘I can’t help myself.’ Very gently, he pushed the tip of his middle finger into me, but it only flirted with my entrance. ‘There’s nothing I enjoy more than watching your body respond to me.’
‘But I want you now,’ I whined and clasped his jaw. I tried to lift his head away, but he refused. Wrapping his hands around my wrists, he locked them by my sides and gave me a roguish smile.
‘Trust me, Cara, you’ve got me. Utterly.’ He kissed my clit again.
Groaning with pleasure, I arched my back and closed my eyes once more. There was little use in protesting. Knowing him, he wouldn’t stop until he had his way. He was easily the most stubborn man I had ever met, but I commended his self-restraint. Truly, he was remarkable in that he wasn’t one to surrender to impulse. Delayed gratification was clearly something he practised religiously.
To my relief, he increased the pressure of his licks, and when his tongue swept over my left side – precisely where I had shown him – my breath caught.
‘Ah,’ I moaned, my brows furrowing. Shit, that felt fantastic.
Knowing that I was particularly sensitive there, he carried on, and I sensed him watching me as I writhed against his strong hold of my thighs and wrists. Slowly but surely, the tension amassed in my lower abdomen.
God , he was so damned skilled with his tongue. He wasn’t even hitting my clit directly, and yet I was tensing all over.
‘Will,’ I whined and shook my head. Collapsing, I started to move my hips against him.
He flicked his tongue directly across my clit then, eliciting another moan from my mouth. At the sound of my pleasure, he gave it his full attention.
I failed to breathe. Oh my God.
At a rapid speed, he licked back and forth, up and down, fuelling the agonising tension. My eyes sprang wide open with shock.
This was fucking intense.
‘Ah!’ I cried out, my back arching off the mattress again. Only vaguely did I notice that he tightened his grip on my wrists.
The tension reached a new peak within me. Above it, I couldn’t locate my lungs. The pleasure he provided was of such intensity and acuteness that I had to dedicate every single brain cell to withstanding it, and so I temporarily forgot how to breathe .
As I convulsed and writhed, he released my left wrist and pushed his middle finger deep into me. He curved it inside me, rubbing precisely against my front wall.
‘Oh my God!’ I wailed on my remaining breath and fisted the bed sheets with my liberated hand. I thought I would explode.
I climbed higher and higher, desperate for release. Determined to drive me over the edge, he persisted. When my shudders started and my toes curled, he increased the pace of his finger penetrating me.
Fuck!
Overwhelmed, I nearly shuddered away from him, but he was quick to prevent my escape. Withdrawing his finger, he locked his arm around my thigh, and his hold was so firm that I couldn’t move so much as an inch. Grimacing, I struggled to contain the unbearable pleasure. Searing heat burned my cheeks. I felt so hot. Flushed, I panted his name. I would never recover from his impact. He owned me completely.
Suddenly his tongue hit me with clinical precision, causing the tension to unlock with extreme force.
‘Ah, fuck!’ I uttered, though barely a sound came out since I’d had no air in my lungs.
Like an avalanche, bliss flooded my entire body, and the sheer magnitude of it left me stunned. I could scarcely believe the level of pleasure he could generate in my body, and it amazed me that I had been able to endure it.
The moment I collapsed onto the mattress again, rapture stole me away. I closed my eyes, savouring it. My heart pounded against my ribs while I heaved for air. I hadn’t felt this alive, yet simultaneously so faded, since the last time I had been with him like this.
‘Mm, I love making you come,’ he said as he kissed his way up my torso.
My hands found their way to his soft hair, where they lazily massaged his scalp. I heard him chuckle just before he grabbed my waist and flipped me over. Sliding his hands down along my curves, he gripped my hips and lifted me onto all fours.
‘You’re soaked, love,’ he said and suddenly kissed my folds again. I jerked forward, overly sensitive now, but his strong hands stopped me from reaching far. Yanking me back, he made me kneel before he dragged off my robe.
He tossed it on the floor, and then his warm hands were all over my back, his nails drawing lanes of red before they travelled to my front, where he cupped my breasts. After squeezing them hungrily, he tugged my nipples. A smile formed on my mouth as his lips grazed my shoulder.
‘You have the most beautiful shape,’ he said and raised his mouth to the spot just below my ear.
I laid my head on his naked shoulder and circled his neck with my arm. ‘You’re rather stunning yourself, Will.’
Suddenly, music blasted from the living room, making us freeze.
‘Oh my God,’ I whispered, embarrassed. Jason had evidently woken up.
‘Wise man,’ William laughed before his mouth lavished my neck with kisses.
His hands felt like fire wherever they caressed me, hot and ardent. I loved his hands on me. They awakened parts of me that I hadn’t even known I harboured until him. Upon acknowledging it, I considered myself either incredibly strong, or remarkably stupid, for having stayed away from him as long as I had. It was clear as day that this was what we were meant to be doing.
Yearning for more of him, I reached behind me and smoothed my hand along his thigh toward his crotch. His erection was rock-hard within my palm, and the feel of it left a lustful smile on my mouth. As I gave it a gentle squeeze, he groaned into my ear and tightened his embrace of me.
Suddenly he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down on the bed. To ensure that I was pinned to it, he maintained a firm grip on my shoulders while he left hungry kisses down my spine. When he reached the dimples on my back, he gave each of them extended kisses. Finally, he released my shoulders and scraped his nails down my back till he settled his hands on my bum.
‘Where do you keep your condoms?’ he asked, his fingers clawing my lower cheeks.
‘Nightstand.’
His hands abandoned me. I took a deep breath, mentally preparing. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him lean over and withdraw a foil packet from the drawer. My heart missed a beat when he tore it open and leaned back.
At last, I would feel him within me again. I had never wanted anything as much as I wanted him right then. It was imminent, and it was intense.
When I heard him sheathe himself in the latex, I bit my lower lip and toyed with the bed sheets .
At first, his hands smoothed over my bum, but then he spanked me – fucking hard .
I winced, certain his palm had left a mark on my skin.
‘That’s for lying to me when we met,’ he said roughly and lifted my hips to raise my bum in the air. Then he spanked me again, just as hard. Whimpering into the mattress, I fisted the sheets to counter the pain. My vagina throbbed in spite of it; his harsh treatment excited me.
‘That’s for fucking with my head ever since,’ he said before he struck me once more. ‘And that’s for lying to me yet again last night, you unruly woman,’ he scolded, and then thrust into me without a single warning.
The fulfilment shocked me. He was so fucking big. I had forgotten how deep he reached. Gasping, I clawed the sheets.
‘Ah, Cara. You feel so fucking good.’ Groaning, he leaned forward and coiled my long, brown hair around his wrist. ‘The way you’re gripping me, just barely letting me in...’
His sharp inhalation echoed in my ears as he pushed himself further into me, slow and steady. Using his hold of my hair, he dragged me up until I was on all fours again. Then he tugged me backward to pull himself even deeper. At this point, he was buried so deep within that it was on the verge of being painful.
‘Shit,’ I mouthed, out of breath, and shook my head. This was overwhelming. He felt so good, stretching me to my limit. It bordered on unbearable.
Upon his gentle retreat, he released my hair and grabbed my hips. Then he started a most staggering rhythm, shocking me again. I had never experienced more sensual thrusts in my life, and I had slept with my fair share of men. Each one was slow at first, but he picked up the pace the deeper he got. As he went, he focused his point of impact on my front wall.
I wished I could have seen him move like that as a mere spectator. I was sure it would have been the most erotic thing I ever saw. How he thrust toward me, while his big hands held onto my hips, was devastating. If he kept this up, I would be coming in no time, although it was obvious that he was in no rush to finish. He wasn’t looking to blow his load. On the contrary, he was looking to make me come undone for him time and again, as though it was his sole purpose in this.
What a man. From the way he praised and tended to the female anatomy, keenly attuned to every response, he did indeed make his lovers feel like goddesses. In bed, he behaved like his main objective was to provide divine pleasure. Perhaps that was why he had a proclivity for dominance; he knew he could deliver heavenly gratification if he was in charge.
‘Fuck,’ I breathed out as I savoured his dick sliding back and forth across my front wall, which he repeatedly struck just perfectly. In and out – so fucking delicious. My fluids trickled down my thighs while the pounding sound of our flesh meeting over and over again drove me wild with desire. I couldn’t remember having been so wet before.
My vaginal walls began to quiver around him. He crouched over me then, gathering my breasts in his hands. Struck by the intimacy of our new position, I moaned his name and thrust against him, aching for more of him. I just couldn’t seem to get close enough. I wanted him to consume me – the entirety of me.
‘Enjoying me, Cara?’ he asked, and I could hear the smile in his voice. Across my upper back, he planted several wet kisses.
‘Mm, yes. Don’t ever stop,’ I said breathily and turned my head in search of his lips. Realising what I wanted, he carefully folded his hand over my throat and guided my mouth to his. Dopamine flooded my brain upon the enchanting motion of his kiss. I never wanted him to stop. I loved kissing him. It was one of my favourite things to do in this world, as well as experiencing his exceptional lovemaking.
He kept kissing me as the tension accumulated within me, dense and heavy. My shudders started again – a warning of my looming climax. Immediately, he tightened his embrace and smothered me against him.
Seeming to sense that I was close, he accelerated his thrusts, hitting me faster, deeper, harder.
Fuck!
He held me tightly, trapping me in his embrace – trapping me in a state of complete pleasure. In and out. Back and forth. I would detonate like never before.
I moaned against his mouth and reached for something to hold on to. Gripping the arm of his hand around my throat, I clawed his skin; I had to release at least a portion of the agonising pressure that mounted within me.
‘I . . . coming,’ I warned breathlessly, my face crinkling.
‘Yes. Let go for me,’ he demanded and ploughed powerfully into me, knocking the air out of my lungs. I tried to pull away from his kiss, but he wouldn’t let me. Like a famished man, he continued to kiss me while I trembled in his hold .
He fucked me so hard then that I promptly succumbed to yet another orgasm.
‘Ah!’
I went limp in his embrace, held up solely by his arms around me. My walls clutched his dick, quivering and overly sensitive, but he kept pulling slowly in and out of me, allowing me to ride my orgasm for longer. His mouth remained on mine as I surrendered to oblivion, lost to the world and lost in the feeling of him.
He lowered me carefully onto the bed then, where he turned me onto my back. An abundance of kisses landed across my torso while I recovered beneath him. Eventually his kisses targeted my mouth again, and I felt him smiling against my lips. Still panting, I opened my eyes and looked at him. The sight melted my heart. Bottomless affection exuded from his light-blue eyes. Chuckling, he nuzzled my nose with his.
‘Sorry.’ He grinned. ‘I just can’t believe we’re doing this again. Feels like I’ve waited an eternity.’
A coy smile teased my mouth while I chuckled too.
‘I’m glad you swayed my mind, Will,’ I said hoarsely, and then moaned when he pushed deeply into me again.
‘I’ve sincerely missed the sound of your moans,’ he said and brought my legs around his waist. ‘Most beautiful thing I’ll ever hear.’
My cheeks warmed at his carnal declaration. ‘Well, you’re the one eliciting them.’
His gaze was smouldering. ‘And I intend to keep it that way.’
He lay down on me and positioned his forearms on either side of my head. Then he lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me so tenderly that my heart thundered, all while he continued to thrust gently into me.
Marvelling, I closed my eyes and I wished to myself that we could do this for ever. Nothing would ever feel as good as this – as right as this. I was certain.