Chapter 24 #2
We’re thirty years old. Fucking adults. I want to be responsible in every way. I know Wizard’s mind wouldn’t go to all the dark places, all the gross things people could say. Our situation isn’t neat and tidy, at least mine isn’t. I want to safeguard him from ever even having to wonder.
“Yes,” he breathes, tucking his face against mine, his breath hot on the shell of my ear. “I trust you. I respect you. I love you.”
I reach between us and nudge his cockhead to my entrance. I didn’t realize how wet I was until I part my legs further and feel the cool air hit my sensitive skin.
“I might not last long,” he warns me. “It already feels too good.”
“You’re perfect.” I curl my hands into his shoulders, then lace my fingers behind his neck. “This has been the best day of my life.”
He lowers his head and sniffs. “Mine too.” When he looks up at me, his eyes are wet, but his smile is astounding. My heart cracks in half and mends itself, bursts and throbs, and cries out in joy.
His hips flex and he presses inside of me.
All the sensation changes, the world narrowing to him opening me up.
I lift my hips to meet him. His chest rumbles with something soft, then a sigh as he keeps going, splitting me open.
He’s thick and even though I’m soaked, it’s a tight fit.
I don’t mind the sting one bit. Heat flares and glides white hot through my veins.
I don’t know if he’s afraid to pull back, or if he’s scared it will be over before it starts, but he keeps going without hesitating.
I love it. I love our bodies pressed together, him thrusting into me all the way, until he bottoms out.
He gulps in air and stops. I try to hold still too, thinking that he might need a break, and any sensation might tip him over the edge.
All my nerve endings are on fire. I’m so full.
I try not to ripple around him or clench, but it’s hard.
It’s hard when everything in me wants to move and get wild, wants to feel him thrusting in me, pulling out and filling me over and over.
I’m full, and it’s so good, but it makes me want more.
I test moving just a little. Wizard gasps, sets his hand on my hip. His hips roll, pulling out and pushing back. It’s a slow burn and so, so good.
He tests out stroking like that, pulling back and pressing forward and forward, and more, until he bottoms out all over again.
He strokes in and out, the perfect speed.
It half makes me want more and more, and half drives me so crazy that my brain shorts out.
My toes tingle. I curl them, opening myself up when I trace Wizard’s leg up the back of his calf, until my foot is propped on the bed by his thigh.
I cling to him, holding tight. This is everything I wanted and so much more than I imagined.
He fills all the spots in me, the holes inside.
We’re so close, so connected, touching at every point, but also more.
He’s all slamming heartbeats and hard breaths, and I’m the one who gets to hold him through it.
I thought it would be scary, to ever be this connected, and this one with another person, but Wizard doesn’t scare me at all.
On the next thrust, Wizard kisses me. His lips land on mine, almost haphazard, searching, needing.
Our breath stutters out together, hot on each other’s lips before he devours mine.
He draws in so much more than my breath.
He gets to taste every sound that tears out of my throat. I feed them all to him and lap up his.
He kisses me until there’s no oxygen left, and even then, his lips barely leave mine.
He thrusts harder and my hips grind into him, meeting him stroke for stroke.
I love that he has to take me all the way, every single time, as though he’s not satisfied and it’s not exactly right until his balls hit my ass.
He’s slick and sweaty from holding himself back.
Our skin starts to stick together. Every time he has to take a short pause, I can feel him throbbing inside of me while his arms and shoulders tremble.
He cages me in, presses me down, fills me, shares my breath, and I love it.
I love everything about him being bigger and stronger.
He doesn’t fuck me. He loves me. He’s slow and gentle and considerate.
He’s not even thinking about his own pleasure.
He’s doing everything he can to hold back so that I get there first. He’s enjoying this, and the fact that it feels good for him, more than good even, blows my mind.
I finally need to get my legs up and wrap them both around his waist, opening myself up to take him deeper with every thrust. It makes it easier for me to writhe against him, rolling my hips to change the burn to an incendiary fire storm.
I arch up, getting the friction exactly where I need it.
When Wizard thrusts, I make sure he hits my clit every single time.
“Esme,” he rasps over my lips. “I’m so close.”
“Me too.” My hands turn into claws at his neck, one raking through his hair, the other holding on for dear life. I want to let go. I’m so close.
He gets wild, losing himself in me, his thrusts long and deep and then faster and faster, short bursts as he loses control.
He makes noises every time, wild animal, needy, choked sounds.
He gets his hand under my hips and lifts them, his fingers digging deep into my ass cheeks, as he pounds into me.
Just feeling him lose it, listening to him coming undone, tips me over the edge with him.
As soon as I feel him tense and release those hot jets inside of me, I tumble straight into my own climax.
It turns me inside out, hitting me with wave after violent wave.
I slam my eyes closed and savor the intensity of it.
Half pummeled with pleasure or not, it’s incredible.
I shake and vibrate and hold onto Wizard as tightly as he clings to me.
He doesn’t pull out when he collapses against me. We hold each other tightly, our bodies swaying softly together, trembling as pleasure tugs at us. I’m still clenching around him and he’s still throbbing inside of me.
“I love you,” he murmurs into my hair. “That was incredible.” I can feel his lips pull into a smile. “If you give me half an hour and a few more of those strawberries, I’ll probably be ready for another round.”
He slips out of me and reaches for the sheet, dragging it over both of us.
His arm shoots out and tugs me in against his chest. He smells like bathwater and roses, champagne and chocolate, a little of his bike still, and now he smells like me.
Like our sweat, our sex, our combined need.
It’s intoxicating and heady. I’ve never felt so blissed out, or so calm, like I could close my eyes and drift away on a cloud of hope and peace and him.
He tucks me in against him, my head on his shoulder and brushes kisses over my hair. I close my eyes and sink into the bed, breathe him in, let his heat envelope me. Like we are in all the things that we’ve tried, we’re a perfect fit.