“Chloe, respectfully, shut up,” he says, looking up to my face, his chin resting on my knee. This is a dangerous angle. The way his eyes appear under his prominent brow makes me instantly wet between my legs and my mouth dry.
“I’m seeing you completely naked for the very first time right now. Something I plan on doing for the rest of my life.” He looks down to the floor, shakes his head, and looks back up. “Did I say that out loud? Yes… yes, because your body is truth serum. Damn; your body. Your perfect body.”
His hands trail up from my thighs to the roll of my stomach, up to the side of my ribs, and back down to hold on my hips. His fingers are calloused and rough; I think of what Emily had said—he’ll be good with his hands.
Everywhere he brushes turns electric. I can’t possibly squeeze my thighs any tighter together; I can’t take the need for him anymore. I want him all over me. I use my knee to nudge at his chest until he leans back, allowing me the space to move, throwing my legs up on his bed. He follows and hovers over me, body parallel with mine.
“Truth serum?” I tease.
“I’d tell you just about anything right now… don’t test it too much.”
“Hmm, I think I might,” I say.
He kisses my neck and trails a hand all over my chest, shoulder, and arm. I choose to absolve my curiosity instead of focusing fully on the pleasure Warren is already giving me.
“What did you think of me the day we first met?” I ask, my breath catching as he nips at my collarbone. He doesn’t hesitate to answer as he soothes the same spot with a featherlight kiss.
“I thought you were beautiful. I loved your eyebrows. Funny but uptight. You called mePrison Break—which was weirdly charming. Then you spoke ASL and won me over entirely—though I chose, stupidly, to ignore that.”
Wow, truth serum indeed.“And when did you decide you wanted me?”
“Wanted your body in my arms like this?” He wraps a hand around my back, arching it until the tip of my breast grazes his cheek. He teases my nipples with his tongue and licks the entire length of the space between my breasts.
My eyes close, and my lip finds itself between my teeth. “Easy… when you hugged me the first time. You fit into my side like you were made to be there. It took everything in me not to get hard. I was literally in pain trying to regain control.” He raises himself and switches to the other side of my body, putting his weight all on his right forearm.
“When I wanted all of you?” Warren twists and pulls my nipple between his teeth, and I gasp. He’s answering questions I no longer need the answers to. I just need him to keep going. Keep touching. He tenderly places one hand on my cheek and brushes it with his thumb. “The night of my birthday, then more and more every day since.”
I wrap my hands around his neck, and we roll until he’s flat on his back, and I sit on top of him. He swallows, and his eyes glaze as he looks up at me. “You’re incredible.”
I lean down and kiss him until my body goes soft all over. Our kisses turn deeper and deeper until he sits up underneath me. He brings one hand to the base of my hairline and uses a single finger to trace the middle of my back, achingly slow. I lean into the touch, arching on top of him, hips rotating so my bare mound rubs against the top of his boxers. Once his finger reaches the base of my spine, he falls softly against the mattress.
I brush both hands over his chest, abdomen, and hips where my thighs lie. He tenses and writhes under my touch; his eyes are focused on where our bodies meet as I look to his face for his reaction to each movement. I lean to kiss his chest, his shoulders, his neck, before sitting back up—determined to stop soaking his boxers and help take them off.
“Move up.” His voice is commanding and gruff.
I look down at my thighs as he tugs on the backs of my knees, trying to pull me up his body. I move up until my thighs rest on either side of his stomach, knees next to his chest—allowing him the space to remove his boxers.
“No,” he says adamantly, “up here.”
I still, realising what he actually wants me to do. “I don’t know. I haven’t—um, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Chloe, please. Don’t make me beg,” he says, but I still hesitate. Of course I want to… but so much of this is still new. I’m not delicate, or light, or—
“Sit on my face. Now.”
Something in the deepness of his voice, the plea in his forceful command, stirs confidence within me. I use my knees to crawl up the bed, hovering above his mouth. The exact moment worry begins to creep in, Warren places his hands on my lower back, resting on the curve of my ass, and pulls me down lower than I was planning to go.
“Relax,” he whispers against my inner thigh, creating goosebumps. “I have you, dove.” He lifts his head, licking straight up the centre of me just once.Whoa.“By the way, you’re perfect here too. So sweet.” He attempts to pull me down again, and I give in, but only an inch.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” My voice is hazy, reflective of my mind.That one taste was not enough.
“Trust me, Chloe. I want this.” He uses a firm hand on my waist to pull me farther down, and I let him. I lower until I’m truly sitting, the heels of my feet digging into my butt. He hums in response, which instantly sends pleasure shooting through me.
Warren licks, kisses, and sucks until I’m nothing but liquid being reshaped by his movements.
Moans escape my lips that sound unfamiliar, my voice husky and low. I don’t attempt to make the sounds higher-pitched or feminine for Warren’s sake, as I have with other guys. He wantsme, not the manufactured version of me.
I take every opportunity I can to use his name, as I had imagined so many nights upstairs on my own. All those nights I spent wishing he was truly there with me. Despite the revelation that it will be as good as I dreamed, I’m glad we waited. I feel safe now, safe to show him all of me—body and soul.
