Chapter 22 Sloane #2
As we get out of the shower, he wraps me up in a towel, and we make our way down the hall to his room, shutting the door behind us.
“You still want this, baby?” he asks, his towel hanging loosely on his hips.
“Mhmm, I do,” I hum, letting the towel drop from my body. His eyes darken, but they never leave mine.
The back of my legs hit the bed, and I pause, letting him close the distance between us.
I pull at his towel, leaving us both bare to each other.
“I’ll go slow, and you are allowed to tell me to stop at any point. I don’t care when, I will stop if you ask.”
I nod softly, his words hitting me straight in the chest. I don’t deserve this kind of treatment.
He gently lowers me to the bed, following after me as I make myself comfortable against the pillows.
He kisses me soft and slow, in no rush. I kiss back, my fingers tangling into his hair as his hands explore my body.
His touch is feather light, and it drives me fucking crazy, making me squirm underneath him.
He kisses every inch of skin, and it drives me mad. My whole body feels like it’s on fire as he kisses all the parts that make me moan for him.
“Please,” I gasp, as he kisses my inner thigh. His hands gently massage the skin as my fingers grip the sheets.
He smirks against my thigh, nipping the skin softly. “I’m not done with you yet,” he whispers.
“Please, I-I…” My stutter trails off as he leaves another kiss on my skin.
“Use your words, baby.”
“I need you,” I whimper. His eyes find mine, and they soften. He kisses back up my body, resting our foreheads together.
“Are you sure you still want this?”
“Yeah, I’m really sure,” I whisper. He kisses my temple before leaning back on his haunches and reaching into his nightstand for a condom.
I watch him carefully as he rolls the latex onto his cock. It looks huge, and it makes me wonder if it’ll fit.
“You ok?” he asks, his eyebrows scrunching.
“Is it going to fit?’
He smirks slightly as he comes back down on top of me. “It’ll fit, baby,” he promises, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear and cupping my face with one of his hands. “Are you ready?” he asks, his eyes darting between mine, looking for any sign of uncertainty.
“I am,” I whisper, leaning back fully against the pillows and looking down, watching as he lines himself up. When I look up at him, his eyes are already on me. The look of affection in his eyes is enough for me to want to cry, but I somehow manage to keep myself together.
I break eye contact first, my eyes finding his cock as he nudges against my entrance.
I moan softly, my toes curling as he pushes the first little bit in. Stretching me slightly, it hurts, but not as much as I remember.
“Are you ok?” he whispers, cupping my cheek and making me look up at him.
“Mhmm, yeah,” I whisper.
“Do you need me to stop?” he asks, immediately stopping from pushing in any further.
“Maybe, for just a moment,” I whisper, and he does as I say. He presses a soft kiss to my forehead.
“You’re doing so good,” he praises, my hands coming up to grab his shoulders.
I nod, my eyes fluttering open. “I think I’m ok,” I whisper, and he takes a second before gently pushing in another inch.
His eyes are on my face the whole time, watching for any signs of discomfort, but he must not see any because then he pushes in another inch.
When he’s about halfway inside me, he stops, pressing kisses to my neck and shoulders instead.
“You feel so good, baby,” he praises, nipping at my ear, making me moan again.
“Oh God,” I gasp, my head falling back once he’s all the way inside me. He was right, he does indeed fit.
It feels weird, but so good at the same time. He doesn’t move, just holds himself above me, giving us both time to adjust to this new feeling.
“Are you still ok?”
“Yeah, I’m ok. You can move now if you want.”
I hold his eye contact this time as he slowly begins to move, rocking against me slowly, pulling out a little before pushing back in.
He sets a slow but consistent pace, one that I never thought would feel so good. He pushes in deep, and my eyes roll back.
“Fuck, baby,” he whispers against my neck as he peppers kisses all over my skin, moving inside me in a way that has me unable to focus on anything but him.
I can’t even form any coherent thoughts. All I know is that it feels so fucking good.
“Beckett…”
“Yeah, baby,” he hums, bringing his face out of my neck.
“I’m close, I need just a little more,” I whisper, my fingers pulling on his hair, my body arching up into him.
He moves a little faster, his soft grunts in my ear almost doing me in. “I wanna wait for you,” I whisper, panting into his ear.
“Fuck, baby, don’t say that. Tonight is about you.”
“Us. Tonight is about… us,” I say, pulling his head down and pressing my lips to his.
He moves a little faster, a little harder, his thrusts getting uneven as he gets himself closer and closer.
I fall first, moaning against his mouth as my whole body tightens, then releases with the most intense feeling I've ever felt in my entire life.
He follows after me, thrusting twice more before stilling and pulsing inside me. Both of us collapse against the mattress.
He tries to pull away, but I don’t let him. “Stay…please,” I whisper, my voice soft and barely audible.
He doesn’t fight me, slowly sinking back down on top of me as I sigh into his neck.
He slowly pulls out of me, and I whimper softly at the loss of him. “Are you ok?” he whispers, and I nod.
“Mhmm, more than ok,” I whisper, and he nods, discarding the condom and rolling onto his back, pulling me into his side.
It takes me far too long to come down from my high, lying my head on his shoulder, my whole body limp as I lie draped over him. His fingers trace soft, mindless patterns onto my skin as we lie in silence.
“That was incredible,” I say to him once I trust my voice. “Thank you.”
He presses a kiss to my temple. “You are the incredible one.”
I don’t have the energy to argue with him, so I don’t. I just lay in his arms.
We do eventually get up and get dressed. When I open the door, I’m met with a very sad-looking puppy dog, and my heart melts.
“Sorry, buddy, Mommy and Daddy were doing grown-up things,” I say, cuddling him up into my arms and bringing him downstairs to the kitchen.
He whines and licks my face as an answer, and I just smile down at him, Beckett joining us not long after.
We spend the evening laughing, kissing, and cuddling. All three of us ended up in bed watching a movie until we all fell asleep.