Chapter 36 #2
‘Yes,’ I breathed, wanting to make this whole night together really count.
I wanted to let go with Paul in a way I’d never wanted to with a man before.
I saw the way he looked at me and knew he felt the same.
I carried on pulling down his jeans, feeling him straining against the denim as he ran his hand up my inner thigh to touch me over the top of my underwear.
We both let out gasps when we touched each other.
I put one hand on Paul’s shoulder to steady myself as he touched me and when he leaned in to kiss me, it was passionate.
I stroked the outside of his jeans and then moved to the buttons, opening them and finding him fighting to get out of his boxers.
Paul tucked his fingertips under the elastic of my underwear, touching me where I was already ready for him.
‘Hmm,’ he murmured in approval.
‘We still have too many clothes on,’ I said, tugging his jeans down.
Paul chuckled. ‘Good point.’ We let each other go and took our remaining garments off until we stood naked in front of each other on the fur rug. The fire beside us was burning brightly along with the flames that sparked between us.
‘Come here.’ Paul took my hand and pulled me down onto the rug.
He leaned over me, the fur soft beneath my bare back.
He stroked back my hair and looked into my eyes, sliding his hand under my legs, propping them up and then gently pulling them apart.
My body trembled with anticipation and he noticed, letting out a grunt of approval.
My breaths were fast and shallow as I watched him slide down my body to settle between my legs.
‘I want to taste you everywhere,’ he said as he ducked down between my legs.
I gasped when he touched me with his mouth, reaching down to run my fingers through his hair. ‘That feels so good,’ I told him as he slipped a finger then another inside as his tongue continued to stroke me slowly and deeply.
‘You taste so good,’ he paused to murmur. He wasn’t kidding about taking his time. He seemed to relish every moan I made.
My legs started to shake as my body heated up, and the ache inside me turning into waves of pleasure.
Sometimes, I was self-conscious with men, pretending I’d finished if I felt like I was taking too long and they were getting impatient with me, but when I wriggled a bit, Paul put a calming hand on my leg and carried on, making me fall back onto the fur with a sigh.
I closed my eyes as he sped up and I writhed beneath him, wanting and needing more.
I clutched his hair, arching my back to increase the pressure, and Paul gave a grunt of approval.
My moans coming out breathy now as pleasure built up inside me to an almost unbearable degree.
I shuddered then, crying out his name as I hit my peak in a delicious way.
‘Oh my God,’ I said as Paul lifted himself away but he kept his fingertips on me, stroking softly as I panted beneath him and practically saw stars.
‘Are you okay?’ he asked. I could hear the smile in his voice.
I opened my eyes. I shivered as the aftershocks of what he’d made me feel ran through my body. ‘You’ve ruined me,’ I whispered in wonder. My body throbbed from my head to my toes.
‘Good,’ he replied gruffly as he picked up my hand and wrapped it around himself so I could feel how hard he was for me. ‘That turned me on so much. I need you, Holly.’
‘Me too.’
‘Hold that thought…’ Paul left the living room and returned with a condom.
‘Come here,’ I said, beckoning him back down on the rug, propping my legs up again.
Paul settled back down on the fur, in between my legs.
Our eyes locked as he slid inside me, making us both moan again.
He caught my lips with his as he moved deeper and I moved against him, enjoying how good it felt.
‘Wrap your legs around me,’ Paul pleaded then so I did as he asked, pulling us closer and him deeper inside. ‘That’s it, babygirl,’ he said, leaning down to draw one of my nipples into his mouth.
I clutched his back, feeling it start to slick as we rocked with each other on the rug, moving faster and with abandon, our moans soft but steady. Pleasure built inside my body again. I wondered vaguely if I might actually come a second time when Paul rolled us over, making me squeal.
‘I need to see you on top of me,’ he told me huskily, moving me so I was now astride him. ‘God, look at you,’ he said, looking up at me with dark eyes and a sexy smile that had me breathing fast again.
‘So good.’ I felt myself gasp as I moved on top of him, enjoying how he filled me up. I arched my back and moaned as he reached up to touch my breasts.
‘Are you close?’ he asked as my body started to tingle again.
I could only nod. He lifted his hips to thrust in deeper and pulled me down towards him so he could kiss me, his tongue touching mine.
I gasped as the sudden peak hit me and I leaned against his neck, kissing him there.
He held me tight against me as he thrust into me just twice more before he cried my name and trembled beneath me.
‘That was incredible,’ he said close to my ear as he rolled me again over onto my side, pulling out of me and tossing the condom. He wrapped himself around me, holding me tight to his chest as we both panted and shivered together.
‘It was,’ I whispered back, my legs feeling like jelly in the best way.
‘Don’t forget, I have you for the whole night…’
‘You want more?’ I asked with a laugh.
‘So much more,’ he said, kissing my neck and giving me delicious goosebumps that made me instantly want more too.
* * *
As night faded into the early hours, we lay curled up in front of the last embers of the fire.
I’d lost track of how many kisses and touches we’d shared.
We hadn’t been able to get enough of each other.
It was like knowing we had the whole night had unleashed us both.
It had been crazy good in a way I could never have expected.
I leaned against his chest as he stroked my hair, our hearts beating in time together. I was starting to get sleepy now and we had lapsed into silence, just holding each other. It felt so comfortable.
‘Will you come to the tree lighting with me?’ Paul asked me then.
‘Huh?’ I asked sleepily.
‘Will you stay until Friday and come to the tree-lighting ceremony with me? As my date?’ he asked again, murmuring into my hair as he held me tightly like he never wanted to let me go.
I felt myself tense up. We both fell into silence while I thought about his question. It would mean staying in Birchbrook until the end of the week. I knew Willow would be happy if I did that. But it meant my city life was on hold still.
More importantly, it would mean facing the whole town and doing it as Paul’s date.
People would see us and undoubtedly talk about it, not least his parents and my mum, Willow and Dylan and her friends too.
I would be the subject of gossip and speculation again.
And what would happen when I left for the city?
People would probably say I’d broken Paul’s heart.
That I had run away again. That I was just like my father.
‘It’s okay,’ Paul said, breaking gruffly into my overthinking. ‘I shouldn’t have suggested it.’
‘I want to,’ I said. ‘But—’
‘I know.’ He kissed the top of my head. ‘I understand. You just feel like my girl.’
My heart skipped. ‘Paul…’ I made to move, to lift up off his chest and look at him, but he just shook his head and held me where I was. I stayed still, feeling a tear run down my cheek because I wanted nothing more than to be his girl.