Chapter 18 #2
I sit back on my heels and lean forward to wrap one arm under her hips, tilting them up for me.
Then I plant my other arm beside her head and slide into her so slowly that she’s practically mewling with longing.
But I continue at this torturously slow pace because she asked me to be gentle, and I will respect that wish no matter how desperately I want to invade every inch of her hard and fast.
Her eyes are locked on mine as our bodies join together, and I can tell right when she thinks she can’t take any more of me.
“Breathe,” I tell her.
She exhales, then slowly inhales, and I slide farther into her. The silky glide and the intensity with which her muscles grip me has me gritting my teeth, but as her nostrils flare with another deep breath, she relaxes enough that I’m able to slide another inch or so into her.
Below me, she’s laid out with her hair like flames fanning around her shoulders—a Phoenix rising from the ashes to a new life.
This woman owns my heart, and I’m not certain she won’t burn it to the ground.
But I’m not thinking about self-preservation at the moment; the only thing I care about right now is the way I can feel her muscles tightening around my cock as she wraps her legs around my lower back.
“How gentle do you need me to be?” I ask as I begin to move inside her with slow, languid strokes.
“This is perfect,” she murmurs, her lips barely moving.
I move with long, smooth strokes where I can feel every ridge of her muscles as they glide along the hard length of me. And when she relaxes a bit, I bend my knees, bringing them up under her thighs to change the angle. With my hands on her ass, I lift her to meet my thrusts. “Is this okay?”
She brings her hand to my heart, pressing against my sternum. “I trust you, Jameson. You’re not going to hurt me.”
I take in her tiny frame—she’s physically small, but emotionally she’s getting stronger. Still, I remind myself to be careful with her. She’s been through so much in the last few months, but she deserves to feel good and I want to be the one to make that happen.
The first few times I glide into her, her eyes flare larger and I watch her take deep breaths. I’m filling every inch of her and I’m confident that if she could relax a little more, she’d be able to take all of me.
“Get up here with me,” I say as I reach down and lift her up so she’s straddling me. She wraps one hand around my neck and leans back with one arm on the bed for leverage as I seize her hips and help set the rhythm.
The view from here—watching myself enter her over and over again—is fantastic.
I let my eyes wander up over the curve of her stomach, to her small but full breasts where they bounce from the impact of our bodies colliding.
Her hard nipples are a rosy pink and I need them in my mouth, so I lean forward to claim one of them.
As her hard, puckered peak glides against the sandpaper of my tongue, she lets out a guttural groan, and I feel the small, pulsing rhythm of her pussy as those muscles begin to convulse around me.
“Oh. My. God,” she pants, and her breath ruffles my hair. “I’ve never . . . Oh, God.”
I let myself move harder, faster, and she takes all of me with deep sighs and soft moans. “I’m going to . . .” she whispers, the words leaving her mouth in a surprised rush.
I lift my head to see her face. “I know,” I tell her, right before I cover her mouth with mine. She whimpers against my lips, and I kiss her through the deep, long groans of her orgasm. When she finally comes and her throbbing muscles grip me like a vise, I tip over the edge with her.
For a minute, we stay there, me on my knees, sitting back on my heels, and her wrapped around me, her forehead resting on my shoulder, her arms wrapped around my rib cage.
Eventually, I lay her back on the bed and lean down over her, my body propped up by my elbows on either side of her shoulders.
I kiss her forehead, the tip of her nose, then her chin.
I spend a moment memorizing every one of the light freckles across her cheekbones and the ridge of her nose, the fine lines at the edges of her closed eyelids, the swollen, pale pink of her lips.
I caress her earlobe with my thumb, willing her to open her eyes, but she doesn’t.
“Lauren,” I say, but she only responds with a murmured “Hmmm?”
“Open your eyes, baby.”
“Can’t,” she mumbles. “You’ve killed me.”
My abdomen shakes against her as I silently laugh. “Open your eyes, or I’ll do it again.”
“So tired,” she mumbles before cracking her eyes open. I can’t read the look on her face, it’s guarded. She’s normally unable to hide her emotions, but right now I’m uneasy because I can’t figure out how she’s feeling.
“Do you want to nap?” I ask her.
“Mm hmm.” Her eyes are closed again and she can hardly form the words. I guess that’s a good sign?
There are so many things I should be doing right now, especially after canceling my work trip to be here with her. But it can all wait.
For Lauren, the whole fucking world can wait.
I go to the bathroom to clean myself up, set an hour timer on my phone in case I accidentally fall asleep, then crawl back into bed to gather her into my arms. And the second my eyes close, I’m out.
The sensation of someone grinding against my cock brings me back from my short sleep—this is not how I expected to wake up.
“Baby, what are you doing?” I mumble, running my hand up her arm.
Her only response is a groan, as she grinds her ass back into me again.
“Lauren,” I say, dragging the backs of my fingers along the sharp line of her cheekbone, “I don’t know if there’s time. We have to get to the wedding.”
She jolts, her entire body going rigid and then relaxing.
“What time is it?” she asks, groggily.
“Did you just wake up?”
“Mm hmm.”
My chest shakes against her back with laughter.
“What are you laughing about?” she mumbles.
“Were you just dreaming about having sex with me?”
She burrows her face into the pillow. “Maybe.”
“Well, now you’ve got me ready for another round.” I slip my hand between her legs, lifting one up and over me as I sit up so I’ve got her legs spread on either side of me. “Look how fucking gorgeous you are,” I say as I gaze down at her, “spread open for me.”
“Jameson.” Her tone is a warning, but then she glances down at my dick where it hovers just above her, and involuntarily arches her back and groans, I know exactly what she wants—all of me, inside of her. “Didn’t you just say we had to get ready for the wedding?”
I glance at the clock on the nightstand. “How long do you need to shower and get ready, exactly?”
She follows my gaze, then literally jumps out of the bed. “Holy shit, we have to leave in an hour. I have to go shower.”
“Perfect.” I grin at her. “I love showers.”
“Good.” She looks over her shoulder at me as she walks to the bathroom. “You can make me come while you wash my body.”