“Ambrosia?” I ask, surprised. “Are you serious?”
We haven’t not used a condom since this started. She has an IUD, and we made sure we were both healthy. We made a date of it, going to get tested. Afterward, we went to dinner and then go-kart riding. It was a blast, but even when the report came back that all our tests were negative, we never discussed not using condoms.
“Yes,” she says softly. “I want to feel you bare.”
My hands start to shake, and it isn’t from the toy that’s still vibrating in my hand. I turn it off to buy myself a few more seconds before I throw it to the side of the bed. “That’s a big step.”
She nods. “Do you not want to take it with me?”
I want to take them all, but I don’t say that. No, because if I did, I’d admit the truth.
That I’m head over heels in love.
That I want her to be my first and last.
That I want to move in with her.
That, in my head, her name is Ambrosia Mercer-Sinclair.
That she is the mother of the children we will make if we decide to.
But we sure as hell are getting a dog together.
Or maybe a cat since we’re both busy.
Yeah, instead of saying all that, I take her by the back of her knees and drag her to me. She cries out in surprise that turns into a moan when I notch my cock to her entrance and push in, filling her to the hilt. I thought fucking her with a condom was the greatest thing since hitting the ice, but without a condom, the velvet slickness of her pussy swallowing my cock whole? Yeah, nothing, and I mean nothing, is as good as this.
She squeezes me, and I’m a moaning mess in seconds. I clench my eyes shut as I groan loudly, rolling my hips to go deeper before pulling out a bit to go back in for more. I grip her thighs as I fuck her, and I get lost in all the feelings only she can give me. “Fucking hell, Ro. You feel so fucking good.”
“Daw…Daw…Dawson, so, so good.”
I start to go hard, needing to be deeper and feel her come undone for me. I watch as I disappear into her, her pussy wet and sucking me in with ease. The sounds are lewd, but they’re my favorite. Especially when each of my thrusts goes deeper, the sound of my thighs hitting hers mingling with our moans as we both chase that high. A high only we can give each other. I feel her start to squeeze me, and I go a little faster. “That’s it, Ro. Come on my cock. Come on. Go. Come for me.”
“Dawson—”
“Yeah, baby, scream my name and come on this cock. It’s yours. I’m yours. Come for me so I can fill you up.”
She arches, her breasts bouncing with each slam of my hips. She feels so good, but when she comes, squeezing the hell out of me, I swear I’ve died and gone to heaven. I fuck her through her orgasm, and mine follows faster than I expected. I only get two good pumps before I’m coming so hard, I feel as if I black out. I pulse inside her, filling her up with everything I have. She pants beneath me before throwing an arm across her eyes and reaching for me with her other hand. I cover her body with mine,and our noses press together as we fight for breath. I kiss her top lip, then she kisses my bottom before we meet for a lazy, sweet kiss.
“So good,” she mutters against my lips.
“The best.”
She scoffs. “You have no frame of reference.”
“I don’t need it or want it. I just want you.”
Her eyes open slowly, still hooded as they hold mine. “I only want you too, Dawson. You know that, right?”
I feel this might be the moment. Surely she loves me. I mean, I feel it deep in my soul, so it must be real, yet I can’t bring myself to say it. I’ve practically begged this girl for her time, so she knows how I feel. I need her to tell me.
I fucking need her to love me.
I kiss her again. “I do.”
She smiles, stroking her fingers along my jaw. I kiss her fingers, nipping the tips before I push up to look at where my come is leaking out of her onto the bed. I pull out slowly, both of us hissing before I scoop up my come and push it back in. She moans loudly, a shiver running up her body as her wanton gaze meets mine. “I want you full of me.”
She licks her lips. “Same.”
