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“I know.” I squeeze around his fingers, pleased when that makes his breath stutter. “I trust you.”
He pulls his fingers, now slick, out of me, and smacks my ass. I moan, dropping my head down low. He hits me again, harder,before trailing his fingers down to my asshole, rubbing against my skin. The heat of his hand combined with the coolness of the lubricant has me curling my toes.
He starts with one finger, allowing me to adjust. He’s fingered me here before, so soon he moves on to two, stretching me gently. By the time he reaches three, I’m whimpering, pushing back against him. It’s a strange sensation, almost like I’m feeling him in my ass and cunt all at once, but not unwelcome. He takes his time, kissing my neck all the while, murmuring encouragement against my skin.
Then he withdraws his fingers, and his much bigger cock, slick with lube, presses against my hole.
He groans; he must like the sight of the head of his cock rubbing against my skin, his hands spreading my ass wide. He presses in just slightly, but even that punches the breath out of me, and I moan.
“Good?” he checks.
I nod. “Keep going.”
“Good girl,” he says again. He steadies me with a hand on my hip while he presses forward. “Just relax, you can take it.”
I take a deep breath. He pushes in another inch, his thumb rubbing against my upper thigh soothingly. I’m trembling by the time he’s in all the way; I’ve always thought he felt big in my cunt, but that’s nothing compared to this. He reaches around, rubbing my clit to spark more pleasure as he lets me adjust, and if the way he’s shaking is any indication, it feels just as overwhelming to him. There’s nothing I love more than the proof that he’s as affected as I am by what we do together, and that, more than anything, makes me deliberately clench around him.
“Beckett,” he says, his voice low and nearly shaking with desire. “Fuck, I love you.”
He keeps his fingers on my clit as he thrusts, first shallow, experimental, but then with purpose once he’s satisfied that the discomfort has faded and I’m not feeling anything but pleasure. I whimper, gasp, and cry out his name as he builds up a rhythm, dragging against places I’ve never felt before with each thrust. My second orgasm takes me by surprise; one moment I’m teetering on the edge, the next I’m falling, bunching my hands in the sheets and clenching around his cock so tightly he moans, biting my shoulder. I think distantly that it’s going to leave a mark his family will see, but it doesn’t bother me. I just hope no one is upstairs right now, because I’m sure they’d be able to hear the noises we’re making.
The steady rhythm he built up begins to unravel as he gets close to coming himself. I reach back, looping our fingers together since I can’t kiss him in this position, and squeeze. “Come,” I urge. “Come, honey. Right inside me. I love you, I love you.”
“You feel incredible,” he says. “My perfect, perfect girl.” He snaps his hips forward, pushing even deeper inside me, forcing a loud, but fortunately muffled, cry of pleasure from my throat. He curls over me as he comes, holding me tight to his chest; I hear his groan of pleasure right against my ear. He plays with my clit, his other hand squeezing one of my tits, until I come again with him still pressed deep inside me. It almost hurts, right on the edge of being too much, and when he finally slips out of me, I just melt against the bed, totally boneless and spent.
He pulls me into his arms, settling us both against the headboard. I’m covered in slick and lube, water and sweat, and my heart is beating like a drum, but I can’t stop smiling. I reach up, winding my arms around him, and nuzzle his neck.
“Wow,” he says.
I stretch luxuriously. “Seriously.”
“That was amazing.” He runs his hand down my side, settling on my upper thigh. “I was nervous.”
I look at him, biting my lip. “I was too.”
“You feel good, right? I didn’t go too hard?”
“I feel like I won’t be able to walk straight,” I say, my voice mostly teasing. I’m not sure how much I’m going to be aching once the adrenaline fades. Even if that’s the case, it was totally worth it. “But really good, yeah.”
He brushes his lips against my forehead. “Good.”
Our gazes meet. For a long moment, I just stare into his blue eyes, feeling myself settle down. I can never decide what his eyes remind me of more; right now, they seem like the ocean we swam in earlier, endlessly deep and passionate. Every wave like a beat of his heart.
“Beckett, will...”
My heart takes off sprinting, even though he lets the sentence hang in the air, unfinished.
He shakes his head slightly. Seems to reach a conclusion.
“Will you come back to the shower with me?” he says. “Let’s clean up before we go to bed.”
I shake off the disappointment. For a moment, I thought it wasthemoment, but I’m glad he didn’t do it. When it happens, I’m going to want to share the news immediately, and after what we just did, I need more time alone to collect myself.
“Sure,” I say, sliding off the bed and offering my hand. “But let’s have a bath this time instead.”
Chapter 11
James
