“I have an IUD,” I say without overthinking it, capturing his attention. “And despite that one night, I’ve never actually had a one-night stand. I was tested after, and I was all clear.” His tongue darts out, wetting his lips, and he takes a slow step toward me. The need melts away for a moment, sincerity taking its place as his hand comes out, brushing my hair back as I prop myself on my elbows to look at him.
“You want to take me bare?”
The mere idea has my pussy tightening, but I attempt to stay focused.
“Is this…” I lick my lips, biting the bottom one, swollen from sucking him off. “Is this a one-time thing?” He pulls me into sitting, my legs over the bed as he kneels between them, his hands cupping my cheeks.
“It was never a one-time thing. I was just too stubborn to realize it.” My pulse goes into overdrive, and it has nothing to do with how turned on I am and everything to do with his words and the way he’s looking at me.
This is different.
This isn’t a night of fun.
This isn’t just getting lucky and moving on with our lives.
This isn’t convenient, finding the closest person to scratch an itch.
This is a bubbling pot boiling over. This need has been simmering. This is a desire that turned into friendship and then into something more.
This isn’t temporary.
This is the beginning of something big, something important, and with the way he’s looking at me, I know it to be true.
“If you want, I can run out, grab a dozen condoms, and come back, fuck you into oblivion. If you want, I’ll use my hands and my mouth to make you come again and again until we get back to Seaside Point tomorrow, then I’ll fuck you for real with protection. If you want to wait a week, a month, if you want dates and assurance and doctor’s printouts, I’ll do it, just say the word, June. But none of those circumstances will change the fact that I’m tired of pretending you don’t mean everything to me. I’m tired of pretending I’m not absolutely head over heels for you, that I’ve never felt this kind of pull for a woman, that I know somewhere deep down that you’re going to be in my life for a long fucking time.”
I reach up, covering his hand with mine on my cheek.
“You mean that, don’t you?” I ask,
“That you’re going to be in my life?” I nod. “June, you’ve taken up every waking moment of my life since you fell into it. How could you believe otherwise?” His words strike me with their sincerity, and with the need blooms again, more insistent than ever. I shift, lying back onto the bed, shimmying back until I’m on it completely.
“Fuck me, Graham,” I mumble as he groans, putting a knee on the bed. His cock bobs before me, and I fight the urge to suckhim off again, but I need him more. He moves, shifting onto the bed over me, planting his arms in the bed on either side of my head, covering me as he settles between my legs, and suddenly, everything changes.
The frantic energy is gone, replaced by a slower, headier need.
The look in his eyes goes from lust-filled to something fonder, sweeter.
Reaching between us, my hand wraps around his cock. His eyes flutter shut for just a moment, a jagged breath leaving his lips as I line the tip up with my entrance.
It’s different this time. Utterly and completely and beautifully different, and we both know it. The truth of that glows in my chest, burning, flickering, and warming my entire being, and that same look is reflected on his face.
This is not a one-night thing.
This is something bigger, something better. This is giving in to whatever strange power has been continually pulling us together, a bond of luck and chance and fate bringing him to me.
“I’m so gone for you, June,” he says before he slides into me, slow and steady, stretching and filling me until he’s planted deep, making me feel whole for the first time since that night.
“Oh god,” I moan, my eyes drifting shut with the overwhelming pleasure of having him inside me. His hand leaves the bed, shifting to grip my chin, to force my face to stare at him, and my eyes pop back open.
“No. Eyes on me, lady luck. You’re going to let me watch it take over you. Watch what happens to the very first time I make you mine for good.”
“Graham,” I murmur as he slides out slow, then slams back in hard, filling me. I gasp, my legs widening to take him deeper, and a small smile plays on his lips, his dimple coming out.Like this, the smile feels almost sacred, something special and important, a look reserved just for me.
“I know, June. God, I fucking know. You feel so fucking good.”
“I need?—”
“You’ll get it,” he says before I can tell him what I need, not that I think I could put word to it. “Until then, you’re going to be a good girl and take what I’m giving you.” Another slow retreat and hard thrust. “Next time, we can be wild. Next time, I’ll fuck you face down, slam into you, and watch that ass that’s been teasing me shake with each thrust.” I tighten around him at the mental image, and his own eyes flutter, not closing completely as if, just like me, he doesn’t want to miss a moment.
