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I want to feel his skin. I want to feel him all over. I want to feel him inside me.
It feels like I’m drowning in how much Iwant.
He’s equally needy, almost clumsy as he devours my mouth and feels my body wherever he can reach. The kiss lasts a long time. Then he moves down my body, pushing up my top and pulling my breasts out of my bra cups so he can tease and suck the nipples.
The pressure between my thighs deepens. Heightens. I gasp and writhe under his ministrations, eventually edging up my hips so I can pull off the pale gray pants I’m wearing. They’re Amber’s. Expensive with a thick, stretchy material and a skinny fit. I have some trouble peeling them off over my butt and thighs and accidentally clobber William’s belly in the process.
He grunts and lifts his head. “Ow.”
Since it’s clear I didn’t really hurt him, I collapse into giggles. “I’m sorry! I was having trouble getting these stupid pants off.”
“Well, why didn’t you just ask.” He’s hiding a smile as he grabs the waistband and pulls them down my legs with obnoxious ease, taking my underwear with them.
I make a face at him. “You had a more advantageous position than I did.”
He drops the pants off the side of the couch with a low chuckle. “Did I?”
“Yes. You did.” I’m tempted to stick my tongue out at him, but I manage to resist the impulse. “I can usually take my pants off just fine.”
Laughter is still vibrating through his body as he leans down to kiss me again. “That’s good to know.”
I have a fleeting flash of worry about the lovely, pristine sofa, so I grab a throw blanket and slide it beneath my bottom so whatever we do doesn’t mess up the upholstery.
That makes him laugh even more.
I’m torn between my fit of giggles and pleasure at the kiss. For some reason, the fond amusement makes all my other feelings more intense. The emotions and the physical sensations. It’s not long before I’m completely absorbed in the embrace again, and I get more excited as he starts moving down my body again.
He’s still smiling as he nuzzles between my thighs, opening my folds with his fingers and then teasing my clit with his tongue. I buck up off the couch at the surge of pleasure. Then grab for his head as he starts working me over with his mouth.
The pleasure grows for a couple of minutes until I’m whimpering helplessly. Then he sucks hard on my clit, and I come apart completely.
When my shaking, moaning, and gasping finally fade, he lifts his head and smiles down at me again. I don’t resent the smugness even a little.
I pull him down into a hug. “Thank you for that.”
“You’re welcome.” He’s already unfastening his trousers and pushing down his boxers enough to free his erection. “You ready for more?”
“Yes, I’m ready.” I feel an odd kind of pleasure as I help him position himself between my legs. I love that he needs me so much. That I can do this not just for me but for him. I love that I can meet his needs. So it’s more than affection and arousal—it’s a primitive kind of satisfaction that’s filling me as he uses his hand to line himself up and then slides himself home inside me.
He groans low and long, closing his eyes and tightening his lips.
I slide my hands up to hold on to his face, my breathing accelerating from the tight, delicious penetration.
After a minute, he opens his eyes and smiles down at me. “You’d think eventually I’d get used to how it feels to be inside you, but I haven’t yet.”
I flush all the way down to my chest, momentarily afraid I might melt away from warm sentiment.
He leans down to kiss me gently. “It feels like I’ve been waiting for you my whole life.”
“Me too,” I admit. “Me too.”
He’s always been a reserved man, but something has changed in him. Slowly he’s been opening up to me, but now there appear to be no barriers left. He’s giving me all of him, all of who he is. Not just in his words but in the way he’s gazing down at me.
Like everything in his heart—all his warmth and depth and faith and commitment and strength and vulnerability—all of it is there in his eyes.
It’s so much. Almost too much. My face twists as I try to handle the surge of emotion.
“You okay?” he asks thickly, his expression changing. “You still want this?”
