Chapter 41 Sloane #2
“Yeah, I’ve realized a lot of things this summer, and I think I need to take some time to reflect on them before I make any real decisions.”
He pulls me up just a little so that I can kiss him. The kiss is soft and gentle, like he’s trying to tell me how he feels without saying it. I move my legs and pull them so I’m straddling him, rather than lying on him. The kiss quickly gets more heated.
I lace both our hands together before I take them and pin them above his head. I know how easy it would be for him to flip us over and for him to just take control. I like that he sometimes lets me have the upper hand.
I just look at him for a few seconds, because he is genuinely a beautiful person, not just his face, but his soul. So much good trapped inside him, I wish more people got to see it.
I kiss him again, this time the kiss gets a little more heated and a little faster than the last one. I let go of his hands, and mine tangle in his hair while his grips my hips, pulling me down against him, so I’m grinding against his hardening cock.
“Mmm,” I gasp as I can feel him through the sweats he changed into when we got home.
With my gasp, he gently but quickly flips us so that he’s on top of me. My limbs wrap around him like he’s some kind of tree for me to climb.
His hand tangles in my hair, and he pulls my head back just enough to expose my neck. His lips find the skin, and he begins to press wet, open-mouth kisses to the skin. The kind that makes my eyes close and my toes curl.
“Let me make love to you, baby. Let me show you how much I love you, how much I need you.” The words that leave his lips leave my brain scrambling.
“Don’t…don’t say that word unless you mean it,” I beg, feeling suddenly overwhelmed with emotion. I know that I love him, I’m just too scared to say it out loud in case he doesn’t feel the same way about me.
He pulls his head out of my neck, and his eyes find mine.
His eyes are soft, filled with so much emotion, so much affection that it makes my own fill up with tears.
He doesn’t need to say it; I already know.
He means the words, I think I knew that even before; his actions speak louder than his words and always have.
“I do mean it, baby. I love you, and I want to take care of you. I want you to stay here with me. I want to start a life with you, no matter what that looks like,” he whispers, using the pads of his thumbs to wipe away the tears that begin to trickle down my face.
“You’re sure?” I whisper, and he nods his head.
“Yeah, baby, I’m sure. Probably more sure of this than of anything else in my life.”
“I love you, too,” I whisper, and he presses his lips to mine.
“Bed,” he whispers against my lips, getting off the couch and grabbing me and pulling me with him.
We shed our clothes along the way. His shirt, my shorts, we never stop touching each other or kissing as we make our way up the stairs to our room.
He kicks the door closed behind us and picks me up with ease, carrying me over to the bed and dropping me on it. He takes off the rest of his clothes, and I take off mine before he climbs on top of me.
He kisses every inch of my body, making sure that there isn’t an inch of me that goes untouched.
He repeats the phrase over and over as he worships me. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”
My back arches off the bed, and my fingers grip the sheets. I feel so overwhelmed with emotions that I can’t even seem to form proper words to express my own feelings to him.
“Beckett,” I moan as he kisses the inside of my thigh, kissing down my leg, all the way to the heel of my foot, before slowly leaving gentle kisses back up my body to my mouth.
He reaches for the nightstand to grab a condom, but I stop him. “I—I want to feel all of you,” I whisper, lacing my fingers with his to stop him from grabbing a foil packet.
It wouldn’t be the first time, and it probably won’t be the last time we do it raw. But I like the way it feels when he's inside me with nothing separating us. This feels like a special occasion where it would be ok to take a small risk.
“Are you sure?” he whispers, his eyes searching mine for any kind of uncertainly.
“Yes, I’m sure,” I whisper, my fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. I gently join our foreheads together and close my eyes. Just soaking up the moment, the day, and him.
“Ok, baby,” he whispers, and I feel the head of his cock gently nudge my entrance.
I let out a small gasp as he fills me. Pushing all the way in, until I’m so full my toes curl. My legs fall open to better accommodate him. Our breathes mingle as our foreheads stay together. He doesn’t move for a few seconds, just letting both of us get used to the feeling of him inside me.
Honestly, I love this feeling of just being connected. No movement, just the two of us being connected like this. Just fitting together like two puzzle pieces that belong together.
“Ready?”
“Ready.”
He begins to move. Slowly, taking his time. No rush, just slow, deep strokes. He peppers kisses all over my face and chest.
Making me feel his love and his devotion to me.
I’ve never felt like this before, so… complete.
“I love you, Beckett,” I whisper.
“I love you, baby.”