There’s no way I don’t want to hear her come.
I take the pillow and toss it across the room. “Let me hear how much you love the way I touch you. How my tongue feels.”
I dive back down, drawing circles down and around, and her back arches and her body goes rigid and she comes on my tongue, her legs vibrating around me.
I’m panting. Watching Iris, her hazy eyes try to focus, her hot skin, her soaked pussy—watching Iris come might just be the most satisfying, most fulfilling thing that I’ve ever experienced.
I crawl up her body and she slings her arm over her face, so I can’t see her.
“Oh my god,” she says as I lie next to her. “Who are you?”
I chuckle. “I’m still Jack.”
“Wanna marry me, Jack?”
I burst out laughing. I remove her arm from her face and press a kiss to her mouth. “Yeah, I think I do. But I don’t accept proposals within thirty minutes of an orgasm. So let’s table that.”
I pull her into my arms and revel in the way her legs slide against mine, her palm smooths over my chest. “I’m so glad I found you,” I say.
Her hand dips to my rigid cock, and I groan as she grasps my length. But it’s not her palm I want to feel around me.
“I’m not sure if you’ll fit,” she says breathily.
I groan again. I’m not sure I’ll survive tonight without trying. “Wanna try?”
Our eyes meet and she nods. “More than anything.”
I pull in a breath. There’s nothing I want more right now, but at the same time, it feels like I’ve been wanting this so badly, I’ve been wanting her from the moment I saw her, that I’m hesitant. What if the physical connection isn’t as combustible as I expect. And if it is, how will I ever leave Star Falls?
“I’m nervous,” Iris says, putting words around my own thoughts.
“I know,” I reply. “You’re safe with me.”
It’s not like I have any choice but to find out. This moment has been written since the first time we met. It’s as if we were careening toward a certain point, and now that we’re here, there’s nothing to do but give ourselves up to inevitability.
I reach for a condom and slide it on. I try and steady my breathing. This is what I’ve been waiting for. I maneuver so I’m above her, and she cups my face in her hands as she opens her legs. Her expression is one of surrender. She knows that this moment is more than about sex. About fucking. About climax. She’s giving herself to me and I’m giving myself to her. We’re at a fork in the road. She’s come from one direction, I’ve come from another, but now our paths join and we’ll go forward together. I feel it deep inside, like it’s a part of my DNA.
My cock connects with the heat of her pussy, and my eyes flicker shut and Iris gasps. Her hands slide to my shoulders and she grips on to me, like she’s preparing herself.
I circle my crown around her clit and down, right at her entrance.
She looks concerned, but it’s not because I’m about to fuck her, it’s because I might not.
“Please, Jack,” she says. “This feels like torture.”
“You’re right,” I say. “After tonight, not being inside you will be forever my own personal torture.”
I slide in, slowly.
Gently.
Pushing into her.
Making her mine.
Her expression cycles, from relief, to bliss, to joy, and then back to relief again.
I keep sliding into her until I’m buried deep, deep, deep.
