Instead of answering with words, I reach between us and untie my robe. Only a little more of my breasts is revealed as the material loosens, but by the way Sully reacts, one would think I’d completely disrobed.
“Fuck, Emma.” His swallow is audible. “Are you sure?”
I nod jerkily and try not to choke on my excitement. “Yes. I want to feel you without anything in the way.”
“I want that, too.” Sully’s body blocks the moonlight ashe lifts up. “Help me take it off of you.” I do, and when the cooler air brushes over my naked body, he mistakes my shiver for fear. “Don’t be afraid. I’m never gonna hurt you, just wanna make you feel good.”
“I’m not afraid,” I tell him shyly as I hug my chest. “I just didn’t realize how warm my nightclothes kept me.”
Sully’s teeth flash in the night as he helps me lie back. “I’ll keep you warm, darlin’.”
And he does, scalding both my body and my blood as he settles atop me. He picks up where he left off, and I almost wheeze when the wet heat of his mouth wraps around my nipple. But the moment his lips tighten around the bud and gently suck, a lightning bolt shoots from his mouth to between my thighs.
“Sullyyy,” I keen, digging my nails into his shoulders. Taking my noises for the encouragement they are, he makes love to my breasts, alternating with teasing licks and sucks to one and the rough pad of his thumb to the sensitive tip of the other. I squirm against him, opening my legs to better feel the hardness I discovered between his that day at the creek.
“Fuck, but the way you move under me,” he groans, rolling to the side to kick off his pants. Before I can think to look at what’s between his thighs, he settles on top of me once again. Following the demand of my body, I wrap both legs around him as his hardness glides over my core.
A core which suddenly feels very, very wet against him. “Sully!” I push at his shoulder even as my thighs tighten around him and prevent him from going far. “Am I…is it supposed to…to be…wet?”
“Mhmm, fuck yes. I need you to be soaking for me. That’s your body telling you how much you want me.” Hepunctuates his answer with another smooth stroke that has me trembling with need.
I pull his face to mine and search his shadowed eyes. “It must be true. Because I want you so desperately.” Maybe it’s a good thing he knows more about my body than I do.
Sully takes my mouth in a searing kiss as the desire between us rages even higher. Every thrust of his hips becomes more urgent, and I meet his urgency with my own until he breaks away with a curse. “Christ, Emma. How can you feel so fucking good?” He doesn’t expect an answer, though, because he tenderly brushes my hair out of my eyes and kisses the corner of my lips. “We don’t have to go all the way tonight. There are plenty of ways I can make us both feel good if you want our first time to be in a real bed.”
I know what happens between a man and a woman—at least in theory—and I can’t deny that a comfortable bed would be my first choice. Maybe Sully would be able to replace his bad memories with good ones of us if we were in a bed, but for now…for this first time…out here in the clearing is a good second choice. “All I need is for my first time to be with you.” I mirror his actions, running my fingers through his hair and softly kissing him. “Make me yours, Sullivan.”
Part of me expected him to immediately ravish me, but I should have known better. Everything Sully does is deliberate, and this is no different. Languidly, deliciously, his lips conquer mine until I’m drunk on desire for him. Then he reaches down between us until something blunt brushes against the center of my legs. “That’s my good girl, so wet for me. Hold on, darlin’.”
When he slowly pushes inside me, I grimace. Too tight. God, there’s so much pressure. Maybe I should have lookedat it before blindly trusting him, because how does he really know he can fit inside me?
“Relax for me.” Sully’s voice is strained. “You’ve gotta relax, darlin’.”
“I can’t,” I moan, fighting off no small amount of doubt and the tiniest bit of fear. “It’s too much, like you’re trying to separate my insides.” I shift to relieve the fullness, but that only makes it worse. How on earth do people do this when it won’t fit? “You must be too big.”
He lets out what could be either a groan or a pained laugh. “I’m only a little over halfway in.”
Over halfway, he says. All I can focus on ishalfway. But then his teeth graze my neck, and when my body arches in response to the ticklish touch, he takes advantage of the split second my muscles surrender and surges the remaining distance into me.
“Sully!” My nails claw his shoulders as I cry out sharply at the throbbing invasion. This isn’t exactly the pleasure from before. Far from it.
“I’m sorry, darlin’,” he croons. “Deep breaths. I’m in now, but I’m not gonna move until you’re ready.” He keeps his word, kissing my neck instead and dragging his hand up and down my side. Finding the tip of my breast. Circling the bud with a rough thumb, then lightly pinching it, all while murmuring soft words of encouragement.
The night stars blur as the intensity begins to build again, and when he tentatively moves, my legs tighten around him. “Slow,” I beg. “Go slow.”
“I will, darlin’,” he promises against my lips. “I will. But you gotta stay relaxed for me, all right? I want you to feel good, and it’ll be so much better if you open up and let me in.”
Good God, his husky words pull a whimper from me.I’ve never been so aware of myself as a woman and him as a man as I am right now.
And he keeps his word about going slow, shallowly gliding back and forth until my body accepts his intrusion and demands more. His thrusts become deeper, but never faster, and it almost feels like a lazy dream. “You like it like this?”
“I do,” I answer in a glowing haze. “Just like this.” Sully’s everywhere around me. He’sinsideme.
“Good,” he rasps against my temple as he gives me more of his weight and possessively squeezes my thigh. “Because I like it, too. You’re wrapped around me so goddamned tight that all I want to do is stay inside you forever.” The image is suddenly so real in my mind that I squeeze my core involuntarily at the naughty thought. “Oh, so you like that, too. Good to know. Because now that you’re mine, I’m gonna have you every day and every night until every time you move, every time you sit, all you think about is this moment here with me.”
An ungodly need swells with every filthy promise that drips from his lips as he grinds between my thighs. I need him, and I need him now. “More,” I plead. “Give me more.”
All I can do is softly cry out his name as he fills me again and again, and I give myself over to the icy burn of pleasure that pulls me over the edge.
