My eyes drifted closed, soaking in his narrative. He sounded vulnerable, as if confessing a dark secret.
“I would lie to myself,” he said. “I wanted to believe that you came to watch me.That you waited there for me.That, instead of your nose being buried in those books, you were secretly looking at and cheering forme... I loved you, even then…”
His words tapered off. Background music soon filled the empty space between us.
“What are you thinking, Stells? Talk to me.”
I turned my head, opening my eyes, staring at that unbelievable man.How’d I get so lucky?
“There’s no pressure,” Curtis said hesitantly. “I didn’t mean to…”
He had misinterpreted my silence for uncertainty, but he couldn’t have been further from the truth. I was wound so tightly I didn’t want to scare the poor guy, but looking at him, so cautious, made something in my psyche just snap.
“You weren’t lying to yourself, C.I did.Every single time I came, I came foryou.”
My body moved on autopilot, seeking his familiarity and warmth. I climbed over the centre console, straddling his waist in record speed. My fingers twined through his hair as I kissed him with all the passion and longing that had been building for months—years.
“Baby?” he whispered against my lips, his hands tentatively resting on my gyrating waist, chaste and gentlemanly.
That was not what I wanted. I needed him close.Closer.
“Please,C,” I begged. “I promise, I’ll take it nice and slow next time… or the time after that. But I can’t wait any longer, baby. I need to love on you, need to show you my love—”
“You love me?” he asked, disbelief and hope blatant in his tone, his expression.
My eyes misted over as I pulled back long enough to give him my genuine response. “I love you so fucking much, baby.So fucking much.”
Curtis paused for a split second, then he attacked. Our mouths clashed, fabric ripped and fingers roamed.
“Fuck, Stells.” He moaned. “What do you need? I’ll give you anything, everything you want. Tell me about your dream, baby.”
I licked and sucked down his neck as his hands slipped beneath my dress, his rough palms caressing my ass, sending liquid heat to my core.
My fingers skirted down his chest, pulling on his waistband. “That dream—god, it was everything, Curt. You were so fucking crazy for me. Positively feral.” I managed to free his thick, throbbing cock, and I salivated at the mere thought offinallyhaving all that length inside me.
He adjusted his hold, pulling taut on my thong before the lace tore at the seams. Two of his fingers swiftly replaced the fabric, rubbing my clit, causing pleasure to cascade through my body.
“No need to dream, baby. Iamcrazy about you. Iamfucking feral for you.”
Curtis hissed when I pumped his dick in purposeful strokes, my thumb swiping over his sensitive crown to collect the pre-cum gathering there.
I took a second to lift my thumb to suck the salty taste of him into my mouth. He hissed at the sight, biting into his lip as if to prevent himself from biting into me.
“Are you sure you don’t want this first time to be romantic,tender?I want to make love to you, Stella.Fuck—”
His words cut off as I slightly raised on my knees, positioning my dripping core directly in line with the tip of his cock.
“What do you think we’re doing? This isn’t fun and games for me, Curt. This isforever.” I pressed down achingly slow, my entrance parting around his tender head.
He hissed. “Forever…”
Despite his trembling frame and the bruising hold of his fingers digging into my hips, he conceded control, happy for me to take whatever I needed.
Pleasure coated my senses, causing my speech to stutter, resorting to short, gasped statements. “I want you to own me. Love on me. Stoke deep inside me.Now!”
“My queen,” Curtis vowed before he obliged. Barely a second passed before he shifted and plunged all the way to the hilt, the sudden pressure making me scream both profanities and praise.
And as we both chased each other into oblivion, we repeated the same mantra that was to be our new beginning and future. “I love you…”
