Page 56 of Stay With Me

His gaze is intense and full of emotion as he says, "Your kindness, intelligence, and sense of humor."

I can feel myself blushing and slowly stand from my chair before straddling him. Gently curling one arm around his neck, I look straight into his eyes. He wrapped his blanket around me and pulled me close. The stars shone brightly above us, the crickets chirped in the grass, and how he looked at me was intoxicating.

"I was just thinking about how lucky I am to have you."

I kissed him softly, and when I pulled back, his eyes darkened. He took my face in his hands and pressed his lips back against mine. His kiss is full of emotion and love. He growled in pleasure when I pushed my tongue further into his mouth. Our tongues intertwined, and the need to feel him inside me, his hands touching my skin, was overwhelming. I felt his growing need in how he bruised my lips, deepening our kiss.

His hands roamed my body, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through me. I could feel his desire--his need to be closer. I moaned as he deepened the kiss and felt his hard length pressing against me. I ground my hips, rubbing his erection, my desire soaking my panties.

"I want you," I whispered, nipping his earlobe and biting his neck. He pulls back slightly to meet my gaze before crushing his lips roughly against mine again.

I pulled away and looked into his eyes. His lips were swollen, and his breathing was heavy. He stood up, my legs wrapped around his waist, and carried me through the back door. He held me up with one hand while locking the door, closing the curtains, and turning the alarm on.

I giggled as he carried me up the stairs and kicked my door shut loudly.

"Shh!" I teased. "You're going to wake Everett and Sarah up!"

"I hope so," he smiled mischievously. "I want them to hear you screaming my name." He put me on the bed and locked the door.

I knew his locking the door was less about worrying about Everett and Sarah bursting in and more about protecting me fromhim. Even in the moments when desire overtook us both, he always protected me.

He ran his hands up my legs, slowly pulling my skirt down my legs. I was wearing black see-through lace panties, and he groaned when he saw them.

"God, you are perfection." He whispered, pressing soft kisses up my calf, sucking on the inside of my thigh. He knew what he did to me, and I hungrily watched him as he moved his mouth higher.

"Taste me." I moaned.

He looked up at me with a smirk, and desire pooled between my legs. He pressed his mouth against the lace of my underwear, running his tongue over the top of my slit. He ran his fingers up my thighs and underneath my panties, pulling them down my legs, dropping them to the floor.

In the darkness of my room, I can see him hovering above my hips, the top of his head--his tousled brown hair, the curve of his shoulders, as he kissed my stomach and moved downward, running his hands up and down my body. He pressed his mouth against my throbbing core, sending shivers through me. He flicked his tongue back and forth on my clit, teasing me. It was pure torment, my need for him. He gently parted my folds with his thumbs and ran his tongue up and down my slick skin. He flicked his tongue back and forth on my clit, teasing me. I was dripping wet as he pushed his fingers inside me, twirling rhythmically. I moaned and writhed beneath him, my body trembling.

I grabbed his hair, yanking him closer and arching my hips to meet his mouth. He drove his tongue inside me, thrusting it in and out as he sucked on my clit. A whimper was building in my throat, begging to be released. I sucked in a breath as a wave of pleasure washed over me. I cried his name as I came, my body trembling in release. He pulled his fingers out and moved his body to mine, pressing his hard erection against me. He moved up my body and kissed me passionately. He lingered for a moment, then pulled away. His eyes were full of desire. He whispered in my ear, "You taste like heaven.”

"My turn." I exhaled and pushed him off me. He kneeled on the bed as I moved my hands down his chest and lifted his shirt over his head. I would never tire of gazing at his toned body, twirling the dark hair on his chest. My fingers traced the outline of his muscles, feeling the heat of his skin. I kissed his chest, trailing kisses along the bright-colored phoenix tattoo adorning his right side. I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down his legs, freeing his hard flesh. I took him in my hands, tracing my fingers along the veins and running my thumb over the tip. I licked my lips and lowered my mouth over him, my tongue swirling around his length. His breathing was ragged as I increased the tempo, my hands caressing his shaft as I bobbed my head up and down. I felt him grow even harder. The skin on his flesh was taut, threatening to burst, and shiny and slick from my saliva. As I sucked on the head, he tilted his head back, and his deep moan filled the room.

"Fuck, baby. Don't stop." A white droplet of his precum dribbled out. I lapped it up, swallowing the salty liquid. I ran my tongue along the underside, and he grabbed my hair, pushing himself deeper into my mouth. I took him as deep as I could, my throat vibrating around him. I relaxed my jaw to open up more to fit all of him, gently quelling my gag reflex, and took him further into my mouth. As I moved my mouth up and down, I felt his body tense. He let out a shuddering gasp as I felt his hot release spill into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around him, savoring his taste before I pulled away. He looked down at me with a satisfied smirk, and I smiled up at him.

"That's my girl," he growled. I looked up into his eyes, which were full of pride. I could spend a thousand years being looked at like that.

The heat beneath his hooded eyes. He stared at me like I was the most beautiful thing in the world. I had known I loved him for a while, but in this moment, I realized I was unequivocally in love with him.

I never imagined feeling so deep for someone. After the trauma I experienced. The constant fear. The mental anguish. None of that mattered when he was with me. He held me together when my world was crashing down. When I fell, he caught me. When I couldn't breathe, he breathed for me. When I couldn't stand, he carried me. When the tears wouldn't stop falling, he held me transferring his strength to me. When I ran, he followed.

I trusted him with mybody.Myheart.Mysoul.When he touched me, it felt like stars were dancing across my skin. During these moments when the rest of the world was asleep, when it was just him and I, our naked skin touching, the moon casting a soft glow in the darkness, I knew I didn't want to live without him. If he died, I died. I wanted to be with him forever. I wanted to feel his strength and his love for the rest of my life. I wanted to be his and for him to be mine. I wanted to be the only one who touched him, who held him, who kissed him. I wanted to be the one to love him from now until the end of time.

I was preparing to go to sleep curled up next to him, content and happy. When I moved back into the bed to get under the covers, he gently grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head, pressing his body against mine. I could feel his erection pushing against my stomach, and I looked up at him in surprise. He smiled down at me and stared into my eyes. I looked at him with a mix of confusion and pleasure, the heat of desire radiating from my body.

"Did I not satisfy you?" I asked. How was he still hard after coming? I wondered.

He leaned down and kissed me passionately.

"God, yes. Baby, yes. But you are like a drug to me, and I crave more. Ineedmore of you. I want to bury myself inside you, Ava. I want to feel you come on me. I want to be the only taste in your mouth. I want to touch your soul."

I stared into his eyes and saw it. Everything I felt for him, he felt for me. The unspoken words crashed into me, and my eyes glistened with tears.

"I want you to be mine, Ava.” He whispered into my mouth.

"I've always been yours."

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