On her back, under me, so beautiful and so ready. Her kisses, her eyes, blazing. It was just a matter of taking that final step and becoming one.
“Take your time, baby,” she hummed. “We don’t have to if you’re not ready.”
I shook my head, dipping to kiss her. I love you. It hung there, unsaid, but felt to my bones. I was deeply, wholly, and completely in love with Annabelle Markham. I was in love with her patience, and her kindness. Her wild side and her sense of responsibility. Her humor and her reverence. There was something to admire in every part of her.
“I’m ready. I want this with you.”
And with a push, I was surrounded by Annie. She squeezed, and I almost passed out.
“Okay to keep going?”
She gave me a wicked grin, those forest-green eyes glinting. “Oh yeah.”
Together, we moved. I’d heard guys talk about women “starfishing” or “laying like a log,” but that wasn’t Annie. It was a team effort. I underestimated just how magnificent she’d feel, how amazing it would be to gaze into her eyes as we workedtogether. It was like porn, and it wasn’t like it at all. Her breasts moved, her hips rocked, but she didn’t make any performative noises. Just noises of her pleasure. A breathed “baby,” a moan as I went harder, a sigh as I brushed her clit with my hand.
“Nick, I’m—”
“Me too, angel. You’re gonna come?”
Her eyes pinched shut as my hand worked harder on her. I lowered my mouth to suck her nipple, her hands squeezing my shoulders as her legs tightened around my hips.
“Deeper, baby, please. Hard, I’m almost . . .”
“Annie, I’ll—”
She cut me off with her own shout, her pussy contracting around my cock.
Then there was no stopping me. I buried myself as deep as I could go, releasing.
“Holy shit,” she breathed.
“We did it,” I laughed, hanging my head over hers.
She giggled into our kiss. “For a day of firsts, I think yours was better. I flew off a skateboard. You made us both come.”
“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like this first better. But yours was pretty good.”
We lay there, wrapped up in each other, snuggling and glowing. Eventually, she got up to use the bathroom, and when she returned, there was a hint of sadness in her demeanor.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
Her jaw clenched as she picked her underwear off the floor, tossing mine at me.
I sat up in bed, wrapping my forearms around my knees. “Annie, what is it?”
“Are we . . . is this . . .” she gestured between us with her finger.
“Come here,” I said. “Come sit with me.”
She flopped on the bed, having trouble bending her knee because of her fall. I turned to face her.
“It doesn’t have to be over.”
“How not? You achieved the goal. We’ve been kidding ourselves this whole time anyway.”
“Maybe at the beginning, but I’m not kidding now.”
“But my job. You deserve someone you can really be with.”
