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“Hold on,” she breathes, and I freeze. She puts her hand back over mine and presses down, guiding my fingertips into a slow, tight circle. “Like that.”
I try to repeat the motion on my own. “Yeah?”
“A bit harder.”
I’m wholly unprepared for the moment when I increase my pressure and Azalea throws her head back over my forearm with a loud moan. I know this girl inside and out, better than I know myself, but I’ve never known her likethis—body writhing, chest heaving, mouth falling open in pleasure. It’s mesmerizing.
“I love you,” I tell her. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
She rolls her forehead against mine. Her hand strokes the stubble on my jaw. “I—” she begins, just before her breath hitches and her eyelashes flutter.
My hand closes over the back of her head, gripping her hair, the other still working between her legs. Her body quakes against mine—or maybe I’m the one shaking. We’re so intertwined, pressed together from head to toe, it’s hard to tell. “Is it still good?”
“Yes,” she breathes. Nudging her chin up with my nose, I trail kisses across her neck, inhaling that coconut scent that’s always driven me crazy. I tug gently at her earlobe with my teeth, inviting another gasp. “I’m close. I’m so close.”
I move my fingers a little faster, desperate to get her there, to show her how fucking good this can be, how good it alreadyis. It doesn’t even register at first when she wraps her hand around my wrist, stilling my movements.
My brain is lagging, trying to catch up, as I slowly peel my face away from her neck. “What? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Azalea gently tugs at my wrist, pulling my hand up to rest on her chest. “I—I don’t want to come like this. I want to come with you inside me.”
I internally groan because it’s so hot to hear her say that. And then Iactuallygroan, loud and frustrated, when I realize something. “Zale.”
“What?”
“I don’t have any condoms.”
She blanches for just a second before rolling onto her side so we’re facing each other. “I’m on the pill,” she says softly. “I don’t need a condom if you don’t.”
That’s all I need to hear. “Okay.”
“Are you sure? If you’re not comfortable—”
“You couldn’t stop me now if a meteor crashed through the window,” I tell her, and I’m rewarded with that soft laugh that has been giving me butterflies since high school. “Just—just do me a favor.”
“Of course.”
I busy myself with trying to tame her wild hair. I push a mass of curls over her shoulder and smooth a hand over the top of her head, gently pulling my fingers through the tangles. “I’m nervous,” I confess quietly. “Like, I feel like my chest is about to explode.”
Azalea reaches up to still my hand. She flattens my palm against her chest and holds it there. The heavy pounding of her heart mirrors my own. “Me too.”
“But you’ve been with someone more recently than I have,” I say, even as the mental image makes me nauseous. “I don’t know if—or even how long I’ll…”
Understanding dawns in her expression. Pushing herself up to her knees, she wriggles out of her underwear and then reaches to do the same for me. I lay there, breath caught in my throat, as she drags the fabric down my legs. We are bare to each other for the first time, and she shuffles closer on her side, erasing those last few inches between us.
“It’s okay, Maverick.” Her breasts press into my chest, her stomach touches mine, and when she picks up her top leg and hooks it around my waist, my dick brushes against her center. Already overwhelmed with sensation, I grab at her, running my hands over every inch of skin I can reach. “It’s okay. This is the first of many. The only thing I want you to think about is that I’myours. No one else’s.”
I’m nudging against her entrance, but the angle’s not quite right for me to slip inside. Even as she tenderly reassures me, I see the wicked gleam in her eyes. She’s making me crazy, she knows it, and she’s really enjoying herself. “Please never stop saying that to me.”
“Saying what?”
“That you’re mine.”
The mischief disappears, and she appraises me seriously. “I won’t.” With a hand on my chest, she pushes me onto my back. I grip her thighs as she straddles me, hovering above me with her hands lightly tracing my abs. They’re nowhere near as defined as they were the last time she touched me like this, but she doesn’t seem to notice as she lifts her hips and reaches between us. A second later, I feel myself notched inside of her, and my skin turns to fire.
Azalea lowers herself onto me slowly, biting her lip as she does. For a few long seconds, I think I’m going to die from anticipation. “Oh,” she gasps as the resistance in her body gives way, and my hips jerk up at the rush of sensation. In a split second I’m fully inside her, and then it’s very still and very quiet.
We stare at each other. Her eyes are as wide as I’ve ever seen them, and as I watch, a tear escapes from the corner of one. “Hey,” I tell her, reaching up to wipe it away, “why are you crying?”
