I pull his ear to my lips. “I’ll make sure it hurts.”
A laugh strums through him as he relaxes over me. My lips find his, and I lash out inside his mouth begging him to love me and not hold back. Blake’s hand cups that heated part of me that’s been working itself into a frenzy ever since we landed on this bed, and I move my hips into him encouraging Blake to have me any way he likes. Something in him loosens as he pins me beneath him with the weight of his body, spreading my limbs out over the cool sheets like a victory. His hard-on grazes my thigh, and I fight the urge to shift and land him inside me without any pomp or circumstance, or condom for that matter. His fingers glide over my wet folds, and I groan. Blake bites down over my lower lip and nibbles on my mouth as if starting in on dessert. Slowly he inserts a finger deep inside me, and I wrap my legs around his arm, fighting the urge to spasm into him. He presses in deeper still, moving in and out as I press my head into the pillow. My lashes flutter just enough to catch him watching me. Blake dots a kiss over each of my eyes as he leans to the dresser and comes back with a condom. He holds it up a moment for me to inspect before tearing the package open. He lands the tiny phlegm-like disc over himself and smooths it on. Blake reaches for my hand and places it over the soft skin just under his hard-on, and a groan vibrates through him. Blake Daniels’ balls are a handful, and I bite my lip to keep from laughing and panting all at the same time. I’m delirious right now, filled with every emotion, so much so that my voice begs to be invited to the party. I’m so wet I’ve already soaked the bed. Blake’s kisses grow more fervent. His hand lovingly rides up and down over that heated pool of wanting until I’m ready to jump out of my skin. My heart thumps so hard, it ricochets throughout my body with a fury, and I wonder if this intense pleasure has the power to kill me. I believe it does. I believe Blake holds my heart in his hands, and, if he’s not careful with it, like my brothers swear he won’t be, he just might cause my beating heart to stop. Blake pulls my thighs apart, landing my knees high up by my chest, exposing me wide. The cool night air brushes over me, and I can’t stop looking right into Blake’s reassuring eyes. He guides himself to me, and I can feel him there. My mouth opens as he navigates himself inside. He inserts the tip and nods, looking for approval. His eyes heavy and drugged with a mix of wanting permission and simply riding out a formality. I press my hand to his lower back and carefully invite him in. A slow burn rips through me, popping and stinging as if I were impaling myself with a lit sparkler from the Fourth of July. Kaya told me all about her first time in detail, and what I remember most is the fact she said it burned real good. If she hadn’t said that—if I hadn’t been paying attention, I would have thought Blake was tearing right through me. But that wouldn’t have stopped me. Blake and I have dived into deep waters, and we need to cling to one another until we hit the surface again.
Blake plunges in until his body is pushed as far as it can go into mine. This, right here, is a beautiful moment. His chest hovers inches over my face, and I lean up to run my tongue along his heated flesh, kissing it before pressing him in even deeper. Blake rides in and out slowly at first then picking up speed, slamming into me until it feels as if I might break, and I want to. I want to shatter into a million pieces and float across the room. Blake has me reduced to molecules, reduced to primal urges that demand to be satisfied. I want this night to stretch out forever. I never want to leave his bed. Whitney Briggs, his garage—they can all find someone else to fill their voids. This is all Blake and I need to survive. At the least we should hole up in his bedroom for the next three weeks. A honeymoon adventure minus the wedding rings. Every part of me regrets making plans to go to my mother’s of all places tomorrow. I want this all night—right through the weekend—until I’m forced to stare reality in the face. His movements quicken. Blake slips his hand between my legs and touches me there until I’m shaking in his palm. A cry begs to rip from my throat, but I swallow it down. Blake has the room spinning. Flashes of light explode in my mind’s eye as I almost hit my peak. Blake moves his hand away, pumping himself harder and faster into my body before clutching onto me for dear life. I feel his violent panting as he shakes and trembles into me. He lands heavy over my body, heaving, his skin iced with perspiration. We lay like that a good few minutes just trying to catch our breath. His heart drums over mine, rivaling any song that’s ever vibrated through my bones. This, right here, is the sweetest rhythm—the most beautiful music I can hear with my soul.
Blake pours heated wet kisses all over my face. His panting persists as he pulls back and examines me in this anemic light.
“You okay?”
I nod. “You didn’t break me. I loved it,” I whisper. “And I love you.”
“Annie.” He picks up my hand and lands it far above my head just loving me with the joy in his eyes as he watches me breathe. “Was that good for you?”
“Yes,” I mouth. God, yes. Yes, yes,yes.
“Did you come?”
Did he just ask that?
I open my mouth uncertain how to answer.
“I’ll take that as a no.”
A sly smile glides up his cheek because I think he’s about to rectify the situation.
Blake
Annie looksup at me with a laugh caught in her throat, but she suppresses it¸ lets it out lower than a whisper. We just rocked the bed and are gearing up for round two. Although I didn’t take her all the way, I’m determined to change that. I know it’s harder for girls. I know it’s near impossible on the first try, but I want Annie to have that. My ego was hoping to gift it to her on the first go around.
I pull my phone off the nightstand.Would you let me hear your voice?There I asked. I’ve wanted to ask for some time, but she’s careful not to use it, so I figure it might be a sore subject. My weak Internet research on the subject of signing brought me to some interesting YouTube videos, some of which addressed the topic of speaking. It’s more than touchy. Some people felt it was too painful to even try in fear of others judging them. I need Annie to know I’d never judge her, never think less of her if she had a difficult time with it. I just want to hear the sound of her beautiful voice and drink it down. Just once would suffice. Now that would be music, any word my favorite song.
Annie bites down on her lower lip and shakes her head. That smile I put on her face never leaves.
“Why not?”
She curls into me wrapping her arms and legs around me, shivering. I reach for a blanket and toss it over us, tucking the edges into her back.
I roll over a bit into the stream of moonlight so she can see my mouth clearly.
“I bet you sound beautiful.” Hell, I know she does.
Annie reaches for my phone.I sound like a cross between a ninety-year-old woman and a goat.
A dull laugh trembles through me. “What makes you think that?”
Her brows rise as if she’s about to make a point.I went to a regular school when I was younger (up until 3rdgrade). My parents thought integration would be best. I was in special ed with an interpreter. I talked all the time.
I give her a thumbs up. She takes the phone back before continuing.
The kids would tease me. I remember a girl telling me those exact things (the old lady, the goat). I suspected they were true. My brothers wouldn’t tell me if they were or weren’t. They said I talked like a pro. I’ve had a ton of speech therapy. My therapist says I’m okay at it, that I should speak whenever I like, but that girl is still in the back of my mind. I guess out of all the people in my life, it was her I chose to believe.
A heavy sadness covers me as I take the phone.I’m sorry you had to go through that. I wish I were there for you. I would have protected you. We could have been best friends.My fingers comb through her hair.
Annie giggles softly. Annie is a work of art. I trace her tiny nose, her well-defined lips that bloom out on the sides like wings, her eyebrows that hitch up at the corners and give the world the impression she’s constantly amused. I touch my finger over her tiny ears and silently beg them to open for her.
Annie texts back.We could have done all kinds of inappropriate things together.She grimaces and types something else in quick.Not that this was inappropriate. *foot in mouth* This was beautiful.
“It was beautiful.” My lips find hers and stay there for a while before she pulls back and smiles at me. “You’re beautiful.” I touch my fingers to her lips. I wish she could hear me say those words.
