“You were amazing today.”
“No, you were.”
Sterling’s kisses are … indescribable.As soon as he touches me, everything else falls away, and I wait to follow his lead.He’s patient, then impassioned, gentle, then overwhelming, but always in control.If Lucky’s kisses are collaborations, Sterling’s are a journey, where he’s in the driver’s seat.
“I almost abandoned you in there with him.”
“But you didn’t.You stayed.”
“I’m not going anywhere.Do you understand?”
How did this happen?It must be a dream.
It has to be.
“Yes.”
“Good.”
Sterling is … smiling.At me.It’s beautiful.Shit, did I know he had dimples?They're beautiful.He’s beautiful.I can’t believe I’ve never seen him really smile before.
I never expected this—to be here.I don’t know what to do with my hands, and so they hover aimlessly.Sterling doesn’t have the same problem; he touches everywhere, gripping my hips, my ass, running his fingers down my spine, pressing harder as I gasp into his mouth.
“Please tell me this is real.”I’ve wished for this too many times to believe it.
He picks me up like I weigh nothing.“It’s real.I couldn’t dream of anyone as perfect as you.”
Just to be sure, I keep kissing him.His lips are real.His hands are real … real and strong, carrying me to the bedroom, holding me tight as he sits on the edge.His hair is real, and I slide both of my hands into it to make sure.
God, all this time spent staring at it, trying to stop, wondering how it would feel in my fingers.It’s glorious.Curling around me like it’s trying to hook me, keep me close.
He’s hard in his jeans, a noticeable bulge I want to rub against.I’m getting wet, just thinking about it.The way he’s straining the zip, he’s big.I need him inside of me.
Sterling maps a slow path up my back, searching for my bra and unhooking it, stripping it and my shirt off with one insistent tug.It hits the floor, somewhere—I don’t care—and he pulls back, his breath exploding out of him, cupping my breasts in both hands.
“Oh,” I moan, my pulse hammering in my throat while he teases both of my nipples to hardness with his thumbs.Each stroke is a straight shot of pleasure down my spine.
He licks his lips.“Fuck, Mia, you’re incredible.”
Then he ducks down, takes one in his mouth, sucking as I arch back.
I grind down, but our pants are in the way, and I can’t get close enough, can’t get the friction I need.I reach between us, getting both of our zips undone before I’m thwarted.
I whine into his mouth, and he flips us over.
I can’t wait anymore, and I push insistently at his jeans until he takes over, hooking his thumbs under his boxers and taking it all off.I try to catch a glimpse of him, but he’s already back, taking care of my pants as well.
Then it’s nothing but skin on fantastic skin.
All the while, Sterling keeps kissing me—as he strips off my underwear, as he rolls on the condom, as he pushes inside.
His hands find mine, fingers slip between mine, raising my hands above my head as he leans down and kisses down my neck.The scratch of the bandage reminds me how close I came to something awful happening.
“I can’t believe you fought him.What were you thinking?”
“He went after you.I wasn’t thinking.”He presses a hard kiss to my mouth.“I’d rather it be me than you.”
“Don’t say that.”
