Page 135 of Last First Date

“I want to make love to you,” he confessed, his words a husky whisper against the shell of my ear. “I want to touch every inch of you, feel your body entwined with mine, lose myself in your warmth.”

My breath hitched at his confession, my heart pounding in my chest. I nodded, unable to verbalize the intensity of the desire coursing through me. I wanted it too. All of it.

His lips traced a path down my jawline to my throat, leaving a fiery trail in their wake. His hands moved over me with an ownership that thrilled me, carrying with them a promise of ecstasy. He was patient enough to trace every curve and valley of my body, as if he was memorizing every square inch.

“You are beautiful,” he murmured, his voice filled with reverence. “So incredibly beautiful.”

I felt a blush creeping onto my cheeks. He pulled back slightly to look at me. He leaned down, capturing my lips with his own once again in an unspoken promise of the passion that was to come.

His hand moved between my legs. My breath hitched, and a gasp slipped from my lips into his waiting mouth. He explored me with tender curiosity, every touch sending sparks of pleasure coursing through my veins. His fingers were warm, slow, and insistent. A seductive dance that left me trembling.

I could feel my body already spiraling toward release. His words and the gentleness of his touch were more erotic than the fast and furious sex I almost expected from him.

“Let go,” he whispered.

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KNOX

Seeing her surrender beneath my touch was a sight to behold, one that stirred a deep, primal part of me. I could feel the steady rhythm of her heart against my chest, each beat echoing my own accelerated pulse. I watched as her eyes fluttered closed, a soft gasp escaping her lips as my fingers continued their exploration.

“Knox,” she whispered, the sound of my name on her lips making my blood run hot. Her eyes were half-lidded as her body gently writhed against the bed. I captured her lips again, drowning in the warmth of her taste and the intoxicating scent of her skin.

I wasn’t done with her. I needed to dominate her in every way. I slid my mouth to her nipple, sucking it into my mouth. Her sharp intake of breath filled the room as I continued my determined assault. My lips moved from one sensitive peak to the other, lavishing them with attention that caused her back to arch in response. My hands continued their journey, gently kneading and massaging.

“Knox,” she cried out again, her voice barely more than a whisper. I could feel the urgency in her words, a plea for me to bring her closer to that edge of sweet release once again. I kissed over her belly and slid down to the sweet spot that was still wet from her first release.

I paused, my breath fanning against her sensitive skin and causing her body to twitch in anticipation. I looked up at her, locking my gaze with hers. Her eyes were wide, filled with want. A beautiful sight that fueled my desire more. I reassured her with a soft kiss on the inside of her thigh, trailing up until I reached where she needed me most.

She whimpered again as my lips made contact with her core. The taste of her had me groaning against her, pleasure shooting through me at the intimate connection we were sharing. The more she cried out my name, the more I was spurred on, my tongue enthusiastically exploring the sweet terrain, driving her to further heights of pleasure. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, her hips rising to meet my touch.

“Slow down,” she gasped out as I continued my intoxicating exploration. Her voice was shaky, laced with a mixture of vulnerability and euphoria. I chuckled against her, the vibrations sending shivers up her spine.

“Lose control,” I murmured against her skin. “I’ve got you.”

Her body shuddered under my comforting words, surrendering to the pleasure I was offering. My heart swelled with affection as I watched her abandon herself completely to the moment, to me. I could feel the trust she had in me. This beautiful woman beneath my hands trusted me. Loved me. The realization filled me with a sense of honor I’d never experienced before.

As I continued my exploration, every shallow breath, every soft whimper from her sent an electrifying thrill through me. The sound of her pleasure was driving me into a state of mind where only she existed. Her quivering body responding ardently to my touch was the most intoxicating sensation.

I took her over the edge, turning her into a trembling, moaning mess before I slid over her body. I slipped inside her with one easy thrust. Her body clamped down around my cock, squeezing and pulling me deeper.

My thrusts became more deliberate, rhythmically matching the erratic beating of our hearts. Each movement I made was greeted with a gasp, a sigh, or a moan of pleasure which only spurred me on, pushing me to further depths within her.

Every so often, my lips would sweep across her flushed cheek or rest on her parted lips, whispering words of love and desire that were met with a mumble of approval. Each response from her stoked the fire within me, urging me to take her higher, deeper into the realm of pleasure. The look in her eyes, clouded with lust and love, was a sight that made my heart pound.

The room was filled with our ragged breaths, the sound of skin against skin and the low whisper of incoherent words. The connection between us was nothing I had ever experienced in my life. Each roll of my hips elicited a moan from her. Her nails were digging into my back, causing a combination of pleasure and pain that made my dick even harder. The sweet tension building within us was nearing its breaking point.

And then, just when I thought I couldn’t bear any more, her legs wound tighter around my waist, pulling me in closer. Her body shook, and her cries echoed around us. I felt her contract around me, a wave of pleasure bursting forth from her. It was her surrender that sent me over the edge, making me follow her into oblivion. A shudder of euphoria coursed through me, my pleasure intermingling with hers.

I kissed her deeply as the aftershocks of our climax continued to wash over us. I pulled her close to me, unwilling to break the contact. I was crazy in love. My mind, body, and soul were hers.

Waverly and I lay in bed together. Our limbs were intertwined with her face on my chest. The evening’s revelations still lingered, but there was a newfound sense of understanding between us. This was what I wanted every night.

“I need to apologize, Waverly,” I began, my voice filled with sincerity. “For everything that happened with Benjamin, for how stupidly I acted. I should’ve seen through him sooner.”

She looked at me, a mixture of curiosity and empathy in her gaze. “You don’t have to apologize, Knox. We both got played by him.”

I took a deep breath, my fingers tracing patterns on the sheets. “You deserve better than what happened tonight. Benjamin was always awful to me, but I let him get under my skin, even now. I hate that he hurt you, and I want you to know that my feelings for you are completely real.”