A small moan mixes between us as we kiss each other gently. I can’t quite tell where he stops and I begin. He starts to rock his hips into mine, lifting himself slightly off of the mattress. My hands crash into his chest.
“Don’t be hasty!” I wiggle my pointer finger at him for dramatic effect, and we both fall into a fit of laughter again.
This time I’m not holding back, and I let it tumble out of me. I fall forward, covering my laughter in the side of his neck. The angle change feels good—damn good. I moan, fully and unabashedly.
Riding the waves of pleasure, I rock my hips against him in a steady rhythm. My head hangs back, and my free hand trails up my breasts. Reid replaces my hand with his own. He pinches my nipples gently and rolls them between his thumb and forefinger.
That turns me molten. My rocking quickens, and he matchesmy tempo. I’m losing myself in him, and I’m pretty sure I never want to be found.
Right as I’m about to finish, he flips us.
He’s leaning over me, and I let my hands explore his abs the way I’ve always wanted to. His pace is tortuously slow, and I bite my lip, trying to avoid demanding he fuck me harder.
Reid pauses entirely, and I can feel him twitching inside me, but he doesn’t move, not even a fraction of an inch. “Addie, tell me what you need.”
My chin drops to my chest. He might be inside me, but it’s still hard to say it.
“Whatever you want.”
Reid starts to pull out, and my legs dart out instinctively to wrap around his ass and pull him inside me. I finally admit, “I need you.”
He starts to pull out again and asks, “How Addie?” His pace quickens. “Like this?”
I moan a little and nod. He tests me again and shifts one of my legs until my knee is pressing into his chest. His stroke is languid as he smirks at me. “Like this?”
I’ve officially lost all control of my body. My moans answer for me, and I claw at his back. He presses a kiss to my forehead as we tumble into a synchronized orgasm.
“You look so pretty all flushed like that.”
He pulls back and stares at me. I fight to hide my face in the pillow, stifling my reply. “So do you.”
Reid climbs off of me and cleans himself up. Once he’s done, he softly swipes a cool wet wipe across my inner thighs. He tosses the rags in the corner of the tent and slumps against the pile of pillows next to me with a satisfied sigh.
His hand is resting across his chest, and he’s taking deep breaths with his eyes closed. The shake in his voice is sexierthan it should be as he says, “That was fucking earth-shattering.”
My face is cradled in his hands as he plants a soft kiss to my lips and whispers, “I love you.”
It’s so quiet I can’t tell if I should reply. I let it lie between us, trying to believe this is actually happening.
I want to lay here and explore these feelings I’ve been holding in for most of my life, but I’m exhausted from today’s competition and all of the anxiety I’ve worked through. Reid’s soft touch is hypnotic, and I drift away without even realizing it.
39
REID
My eyes blink open, and a whiff of Addie’s sweet smelling hair—warm vanilla mixed with remnants of orange—drifts across my nose. It’s my favorite smell in the world, and I never imagined actually getting to soak it all in. The reality of last night washes over me.
This feels like a dream, the best dream. I’ve swam through versions of this in my subconscious thousands of times. No matter how many adrenaline highs I catch or how many girls I hook up with, it always comes back to Addie. I smile down at her sleeping form and plant a soft kiss to her golden head of hair. She’s perfect like this, serene breaths escaping her swollen lips. My chest heaves for a second at the reminder of why her lips are puffy. I got to kiss Addie last night. It still doesn’t feel real.
No matter how many times I imagined what kissing her would be like—what she tasted like—no fantasy could have matched reality. Last night was mind blowing. I’ve had good sex before, but nothing like that. I can’t wait to do it again, share every piece of myself with her over and over. It feels wrong to even call what we did sex. It was so much more—everythingand then some.
The sun starts streaming into the tent’s pseudo-window. This thing is a piece of shit. We’re lucky it hasn’t rained. I have very little faith in its ability to keep anything out. The mattress is also incredibly uncomfortable. It creaks underneath me as my elbow digs into the cold hard ground.
I’m trying my best not to wake her as I slide myself out from under her warm body. My neck cracks. It’s been doing that every morning since I’ve been sleeping on this glorified tarp. It was well worth it though—who gives a shit if I need a chiropractor after this week. I would have slept in an actual dumpster for a chance to stay close to my girl.
Well, I guess I don’t know if she ismygirl yet. It doesn’t matter though—I’m hers, and I have been for a long time.
She yawns and stretches her arms up over her head like a cat. Leaning down, I touch my lips to hers softly, half expecting her to punch me. For all I know, she woke up regretting all of this. I forget how to breathe until she reminds me as her lips crash to mine.
