Chapter Twenty-Five
Matt
There were lipstick stains on El’s wine glass, and I’d admit, for whatever reason, it was kind of hot.
El and I had wine nights all the time before we were hooking up, but now, every wine night ended in both of us naked.
What was it about wine that made people so damn horny?
I thought about what it was like when I touched her for the first time, how wet she’d been. I wondered how often I’d made her wet like that without even trying.
Hand softly clutching her throat, I froze above her, earning a small whimper of reluctance. I wasn’t even inside her yet, and her patience was running thin.
“El, I need to know,” I instructed, causing her to look up at me, a lustful fire kindling in her eyes. Running a hand over her pussy, I said, “when did you start getting this wet for me?”
“Mmm,” she hummed at the feeling, head tipping back. “In high school.”
“What would I do to make you this wet?”
“You’d just look at me a certain way,” she said, voice a raspy whisper under the pressure of my hand. “Kind of like how you are right now.”
“And how’s that?” I asked, slipping a finger inside her.
“Like you wanna fuck me,” El admitted.
“Is that what you want?”
She nodded and I became so turned on that my vision blurred for a moment. My heart was racing at the thought of being inside her. Leaving a light kiss on her cheek, I responded, “Anything for you, Princess.” But just as I began pushing myself inside her, I halted again. “Wait.”
“What?”
“Tell me,” I insisted. “Why did you lie about your first kiss?”
“I...” she shook her head, flustered as she tried hiking her hips upward, but I stayed in place, unwilling to budge. “I don’t know.”
“I want to know.”
“I was embarrassed to be the last person to have their first kiss. And I guess I was afraid all these years that I would lose you if I admitted my feelings.”
I melted, my chest feeling heavy from so much emotion. How could she ever think that she would lose me? I’d rather die than not have her in my life.
“You could never lose me, El,” I assured her softly. “It’s always been you.”
She looked at me with all the love in the world before bringing her lips home, right onto mine as I finally filled her.
Immediately, she let out a sweet cry, and my God, that noise was perfect.
I fucked her until we were both seeing stars, and when she came all over me, I stopped just for the opportunity to go down on her for a taste.
When we were all done, we laid side by side, staring at the plain white ceiling.
“El,” I heaved.
“Yeah?” she uttered beside me.
Turning on my side so I could look at her, I said, “I wanna make this official. You and me.”
The lightest trace of a smile touched her lips. “Okay.”
“Okay? That’s it? It’s that easy? I don’t have to try to convince you?”
Eyes jumping all across her face, I was looking for some sort of indication that she didn’t want this, that she was feeling pressured to go along with it.
“No.”
Skepticism was still at the forefront of my brain. After sixteen years leading up to right now, I couldn’t believe what was happening.
“You want to be with me?”
“Yes.”
I couldn’t swallow, my heart was in my throat. My voice came out gravelly, a desperate plea. “I need to hear you say it.”
There was no hesitation. She answered calmly, confidently, sending me into a blissful frenzy. “I wanna be with you.”
I could feel my smile taking up half my face, making my cheeks hurt. “I’ve been waiting sixteen years to hear you say that.”