Warren turns away from me briefly, for an audible gasp of breath, then dives back in, consuming me beyond what I can stand. Nose rubbing against the top of me as his mouth finds my bundle of nerves, and he worships me without mercy.
“Yes… Warren, I’m so close.” My hips begin rolling unconsciously as I feel an orgasm within reach, coming closer and closer as Warren pins my hips down, resisting my frenzied movements.
I go over the edge as he continues to hold me in place against him, his hands grasping my hips, and his neck straining to meet my pleasure. I whisper out his name one final time as my body stills, and I roll onto my back to lie next to him.
“Thank you,” Warren says, licking his lips.
It’s selfish, not answering him—or thanking him—but I can’t seem to speak. I smile wistfully at him as my body shudders a few more times, like aftershocks of an earthquake.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Warren pulls off his boxers and looks over at me, eyes focused. “If you want to stop, that’s completely fine. I just—it was getting tight in there,” he says.
I nod, looking down at his hardness. I should have known this part of him would be as incredible as the rest. My lips curl inside, and I bite down on them. I want him.Now.
“I’m on the pill,” I blurt, voice still hoarse from my panted breaths and exclamations of pleasure moments ago. “And I’m clean.”
“Me too.” He nods eagerly.
“Warren, please fuck me.” My voice is barely above a whisper, even still. His eyes go wide, and within seconds, he’s on top of me, hands resting on either side of my head.
“Say that again.” He lifts his hand to brush a strand of hair away from my mouth.
I grab his chin in my fist, pulling his head down until his eyes lock on mine, and our noses touch. “Warren… please. Fuck. Me.” I punctuate each word. His face is hypnotised and tense. He reaches down between us and guides himself into me. His eyes flare before they shut tight in response.
“Fucking hell, dove.” He grunts as he pushes farther in.
I don’t respond. All my attention is focused on adjusting to the feeling of him inside me. My mouth shuts tight, wincing slightly from the warm pressure. I let out a single, pained breath as he finishes filling me, our hips now touching and bodies completely intertwined. After a moment of stillness, I open my eyes.
“You okay?” He pants softly as his heavy eyes find mine, fusing our connection further. I have never been a fan of eye contact during sex—but that doesn’t apply to Warren. Most of my rules don't.
“Yeah,” I reply, watching my hand as I bring it over his jaw, past his ear, then up to the back of his neck, hooking my fingers around him. I look over his shoulder at my hand, saying a silent prayer of thanks that I get to touch him, feel him like this, know him intimately. And then our eyes meet again.
“Hi.” He smiles softly down at me.
“Hi,” I whisper back.
There is a familiar energy between us, similar to the night of his birthday. The first moment I felt a channel open through our stares. The place where we could exchange our pain with one another. Ease some, if we chose to. Now, we’re exchanging something entirely different. Pleasure for pleasure. Wanting for wanting. Giving ourselves over to receive from the other.
“I love you,” I say through trembling lips as Warren begins moving his hips, slow and circular.
He stills, and his lip pouts. “No one has ever said that to me during sex before.”
I look up to his gorgeous face and wonder how that’s possible. If I had been with any guy capable of making me orgasm like Warren just has, I’d be picking out china patterns the next day. How could those other women resist? I couldn’t hold back around him even if I wanted to.
Oh, no.Don’t think of the other women he’s been with. Don’t start imagining their bodies under him. Don’t picture their flawless skin or flatter tummies, their manicured hands or—
“Dove… come back.” I turn my gaze from where I’d been ruminating over Warren’s shoulder to his face.“Do you want to stop?” he asks.
I bite my lip, forming my next words as best as I can. “No, no, I don’t want to stop. Just—what you said,during sex before… I started thinking of the other women you’ve been with and if I’ll measure up.”
Warren’s brow furrows as he shakes his head. With a series of quick movements, he lifts me onto his lap, holding both our weights as he moves backwards until his shoulders rest on the headboard. He takes my wrists into his hands and brings them to either side of his face, placing them on his jaw.
“That was a dumb thing for me to say in this moment… Truth serum, remember?” He tilts his head until my shifting gaze lands on him. “I’m sorry. It meant a lot to me to hear you say that, and I blurted it out. I hate that you’re thinking about… no. I hate that you’re thinking at all right now.” His nostrils flare as his eyes focus on me. “I want you out of your head,” he says forcefully.
Warren releases my wrists, but I keep my hands on his face. He leans forward and kisses me, slow and sultry. He uses his bite on my lip to pull me closer to him as he leans back on the headboard.
The longer we kiss, the quieter my thoughts become, until I can’t even remember what I was worried about.
