“Eight forty-five?” She asks.
“Fifteen minutes to, oh, who am I kidding, with you I only need about three minutes,” I mutter. It gets me a laugh from her so I add, “Damn embarrassing what you do to me.”
“I love it,” she climbs into my lap. “I love you.”
“I love you back,” I say, running my hands up her spine. She puts hers on my neck.
She inhales a shaky breath and says, “You can’t promise me you won’t get bored.”
“You can’t promise me you won’t get annoyed with my faffing about after adventures. We can’t promise the other that we won’t get sick or get hit by a bus. I’ve never done this Janelle, never said those three words before, never fallen so hard for someone I’m terrified. I can’t promise I won’t bugger this up completely. We can’t promise very much at all, can we?”
“We can promise to be honest, I guess.”
“Done. I promise to be honest.” I give her a quick kiss and lean back. “What else?”
“To try? To give this a shot?”
“I promise to try and to keep trying.” Another kiss. “What else?”
She looks to the side, cheeky. “I mean I think I would like a promise about orgasms. Maybe we could revise our contract to have a certain number per night or—”
“Done,” I say, thrusting up into her with way too much clothing between us. In response she eagerly grinds down on my lap. “What else?”
“That’s it. Just you being you. With me.” She repeats my words back to me.
I glide my hands under her sweater and she starts unbuttoning my shirt.
“Promise me you won’t run away,” I say suddenly.
Her big gray eyes meet mine, “I promise I won’t run away.”
She pulls off her shirt and I swallow, watching, “I don’t mean literally.”
“I know,” she says. Her eyes grow warm and dark as she climbs off of me and lays down on the bed. I somehow take off the rest of my clothes while watching each second of her getting naked in my bed. She looks me in the eyes, totally bare in every sense. Her arms reach for me. It’s a dream. She is a dream. I reach for a condom.
“I’m on birth control,” she says, her voice rough.
“You sure?”
“If you are?”
I nod before leaning down to kiss her. I start with her mouth but I’m greedy and desperate. I kiss her neck, I suck on her perfect tits, I kiss down her stomach. I tease her with my mouth and my fingers until she can’t take it anymore.
“Ben, I need you,” she groans beautifully.
I line up over her, bracing my arms on either side of her perfect face.
“Did you miss me?” I ask with a smirk.
“I love you, Ben,” she says and I can’t wait any more. I ease into her, and she whimpers. I suck in a breath. She’s so tight and slick and hot and perfect. She opens her thighs and relaxes a bit, letting me in further and I might die. I might die right now.
“I love you,” I say watching her face as I thrust all the way home. I pull out and push back in, deliberate. It feels unbelievable. She cries out over and over, from the sting and the pleasure and, I think, from how scared she is of this, of us. I’m scared too. But as we lock eyes and pick up our pace there’s a shift. A knowing that we’re in this together.
I push harder, she begs for more. I link my fingers with hers over her head. She wraps her legs around me. We can’t getenough until finally she clenches around me and seeing her close her eyes in ecstasy makes me detonate harder than I ever have in my life.
After a minute, my consciousness returns to my body.
“Just to be clear, I did miss you as well,” she pants.
