Page 20 of Ready, Willing and Abel

“Fuck, Esme,” I grit out, gripping her hips as she rides me, dragging her folds across my cock. “You’re gonna come like this, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” Her head tips back, hair spills down her spine, and she cries out my name as she shudders in my lap, falling apart.

Her release is still trembling through her body when I ease her back onto the bed, following her down until I’m stretched over her. I press open-mouthed kisses along her throat, down her collarbone, lingering over the swell of her breasts before taking one tight nipple into my mouth. She arches with a gasp, fingers tangling in my hair.

“Abel,” she breathes, voice raw. “I want you inside me. Please.”

I groan against her skin, fighting to steady myself. “You’re sure?”

Her eyes burn into mine, fierce and tender all at once. “I’ve never been more sure.”

That’s all it takes. I slide down her body, kissing her belly before settling between her thighs. My tongue finds her, teasing, tasting, devouring. She cries out, clutching the sheets as I suck her clit into my mouth, stroking her until she’s writhing, until she breaks with another ragged scream of my name.

Only then do I crawl back up her body, kissing her deeply so she tastes herself on my tongue. My cock is steel-hard, leaking, desperate.

“I had to taste you,” I tell her.

Her thighs widen, making room for my body. My cock presses against her belly. That’s when it hits me.

“Fuck,” I say.

“What’s the matter?”

“I don’t have any condoms,” I rasp.

“That’s okay. Um, I’m on the birth control shot, so no worries there. And I’m clean, just had my annual last month.”

“Oh. Oh,” I say as her words penetrate my lust-addled brain. “I’m clean.” I can say that without a second thought.

“Yes, then just fuck me. Please,” she says.

I nudge at her slick entrance, holding myself back by sheer will. I push in slowly, inch by inch, groaning at the searing heat, the way she grips me so tight it feels like heaven and torture all at once. Her eyes flutter closed, lips parted on a moan as I bottom out inside her.

“Fuck,” I choke, pressing my forehead to hers. “You feel… unbelievable. I need just a moment.”

She nods, then smiles up at me.

“You’re everything, I tell her.

We move together, slow at first, then faster, harder, until our bodies find the perfect rhythm. Every thrust makes her cry out, makes me bite back curses as the pressure builds like wildfire in my veins. She clenches around me, gasping my name, and I can’t hold it anymore—I bury myself deep and shatter, pouring everything into her as she falls apart beneath me.

When the tremors fade, I collapse beside her, dragging her against my chest. We’re both breathing hard, damp with sweat, tangled up and boneless.

She laughs softly, tracing lazy patterns over my skin. “God, Abel. That was… incredible.”

I swallow, heart pounding for an entirely different reason now. The words are lodged in my throat, heavy and terrifying, but I can’t keep them from her. Not after this. I have to tell her

“Esme,” I say quietly.

She tilts her head, lips brushing my jaw. “Hmm?”

“I need to admit something.”

Her eyes widen with panic.

I force the words out. “That was… I’m a virgin.” I shake my head. “I was a virgin. That was my first time.”

Her hand stills against my chest. She pulls back just enough to search my face, eyes wide. “Wait—you mean…”