Page 129 of When We Were Young

Within seconds, we’ve removed our shirts, my bra comes off, and he has one of my nipples in his mouth. He sucks and licks, then he uses his teeth to scrape against the sensitive flesh. I dig my fingertips into his back to stay anchored in the moment instead of losing myself to pleasure. I don’t want to miss a second of what he’s serving.

When he slips his hand underneath my skirt and feels that I’ve soaked my panties, he growls. He lifts his mouth from my breast and looks up at me, and at the same time, he slips a finger, then another, inside of me and begins to fuck me with them.

I whimper with pleasure.

“Tell me again,” he growls.

“I love you. I’ll always love you.” I pant the words out, and he fucks me harder with his fingers.

He lowers his mouth to near my ear. I know what’s coming, and in the short time we’ve been intimate, he already knows it drives me mad.

“You’re going to come for me, right, love?”

I moan. “Please, I need you inside of me,” I practically beg. “

“I am inside you.” He moves faster and harder, just like he knows I love. “Don’t you feel that?” he teases.

A whiny moan escapes me, and he uses his free hand to reach up and pull my panties off my body.

“You want to tell me something?” He kisses my neck right behind my ear, and I shiver in response.

“I want you inside me. Your cock.” It comes out as both a plea and a command.

“That’s what I needed to hear. Now, come all over my hand. Then I want to fuck you until we’re both senseless and you’re a quivering, beautiful mess.”

His words drive me over the edge, and I fall apart with pleasure as his fingers continue their sweet torture, only slowing as I come down from the orgasm.

“Wrap your legs around me, sweetheart.” I do it without hesitation.

I trust this man implicitly. I trust him with my body, my heart, my son.

I trust him to stay.

He slips his fingers, soaked in my arousal, from my body, and I watch him put them in his mouth and lick them clean. I don’t know what’s come over me, but with a boldness I’ve not felt before, I lean forward and kiss him, tasting myself in his mouth.

“Fuck, babe,” he says. His voice is rough with desire. He lifts me, then carries me past the cooler to the short hall that leads to the storage room. Within seconds, his pants are off, his cock poised at my entrance. His eyes meet mine.

We’ve talked about this moment, unsure when it would happen. I’m on birth control, and we’ve both tested negative for any STIs. We knew we could go without a condom for the first time whenever we wanted. We just haven’t yet.

I nod. He presses into me with a controlled slowness that nearly kills me.

“Holden,” I beg.

He knows exactly what I want, what I need. So, he moves fast and pushes hard. I toss my head back, and I literally don’t have to do anything except drown in the pleasure he’s giving me.

He holds me up and kisses my neck. All while he fucks me. Senseless, as promised.

“I really need you to come again. You know my rule⁠—”

“Rule?” Also, how is he not breathless yet?

“Yeah, you know. ‘Two for you before I’m due,’ and I’m barely holding on here, love.”

I can’t help it; I break apart in laughter.

He grins.

“Please tell me you’re not laughing while I’m doing my best work here.”