We kiss like it’s all we need, our mouths and noses pressed against each other with such force that I struggle to catch my breath. I come alive, feeling the fullness of her lips, the scrape of her teeth, the effortlessly coordinated give-and-take of tongues that riles me up like nothing else.
“Jesus, Prue…” I sigh against her lips. “You’re—”
“Ready,” she interrupts me, twisting and arching underneath me to bring me closer. Both of her hands press on my shoulderblades, attempting to meld our chests to each other as she winds her hips against mine. “Give it to me.”
“Slow down, Killer,” I say between her feverish kisses on my neck, stealing my words. She drags a hand down the side of my abdomen toward my hip, her short fingernails teasing between soft and sharp. “Love,” I choke out when she wraps her perfect hand around my cock. “Prue,” I correct, “you’re not ready for me yet.”
“Mmm,” she moans, twisting so my tip lines up with her entrance. I canfeelhow wet she is, and any moron could see how desperate she is as she mindlessly moves to bring me nearer, closer,insideof her.
“Prue, wait,” I tell her, pressing my lips to her jaw. “Let me, okay?” I lower my weight onto my forearm next to her, then grab her wrist with my free hand and squeeze it until she releases. “It’ll feel better this way,” I promise, then feel a surge of urgency. “God, I’m going to make you feelso, sogood.”
“Promises, promises,” she whispers, her hands falling onto the pillow next to her, palms up. I raise myself, look up and down her perfect, relaxed body, totally bare and malleable. I realize that Pruetrustsme, which is exactly what we’ve been working toward, but I wantmore.
Prue trusts me with her body, but could she trust me with her heart too?
“You’re perfect,” I tell her, letting my fingers drift from her lips to neck to chest to belly to the most tender, needy part of her. I drag two fingers over her clit, soliciting a gasp from her, and then bring them to my mouth, coating them in my saliva before pressing them against her entrance. “Yes?” I ask.
“Yes,” she whispers in a breath.
I slide two fingers in slowly, letting her adjust as I’ve done a few times now. The feel of her ismaddening—the ridges of her aretight and so, so sensitive. I let Prue lead, only spreading my fingers wider apart when she starts to rock her hips and moan against my shoulder.
“More?” I ask and she nods, kissing my biceps before, with a soft moan, she rolls her neck the other way. I love how freely she gives herself over to pleasure. It’s genuinely beautiful. I’ve drawn her orgasms from memory dozens of times now, the look of pure bliss that comes as she does is a mesmerizing sight.
I turn my wrist, curling my fingers upward to tap against the underside of her clit, and the reactive nerve endings that live there. Prue starts soaking my fingers and palm, writhing next to me and whimpering whenever her lips aren’t stuck between her teeth.
Prue whines when I remove myself, but I don’t make her wait long before I press three fingers against her entrance and help her stretch around them.
“Mmm,” she releases, her torso tensing.
“Should I stop?”
“No,” she says quickly, her expression taut before she takes a sharp inhale.
“Good job, Killer,” I whisper. “Breathe through it.”
After a few deep breaths shared between us, she relaxes once more, and I ease into her as gently as I’m able. “How does that feel?” I ask, holding as still as I can manage once all three fingers are fully seated inside of her.
“Tight,” she responds, her eyes blinking open and finding mine. “But…good.”
I kiss her forehead, then her eyelid closest to me as it drifts closed once more. “Perfect,” I whisper against her cheek, pressing my forehead to hers as I start to slide my fingers in and out of her. “Tell me to stop if you need me to.”
“Don’t stop,” she says hoarsely, craning her neck to kiss me.
Her lips are swollen and warm and the second I slide my tongue against them my heart begs to leap out of my chest and live next to hers. We kiss in a way I’ve never kissed anyone before. Like two bodies fusing together. Like two souls searching for a lifeline. Slow and purposeful and yet totally without thought.
It’s not until she breaks our kiss to cry out that I even realize she is coming. And the guttural sound she makes, primal and raw, promises to play in my memory forever.
I press kisses to her cheek and neck while her breathing slows. When she’s fully present with me, her eyes open once more, looking toward me with expectation, I remove my fingers and immediately wrap them around my dick, coating myself in her release. I can’t help but attempt to feel her wetness there, knowing there will be a condom between us soon.
“Do you need some time?” I ask. “Or to stop? We can end here.”
“No,” she whispers, shaking her head softly as I tuck hair behind her ear. Prue turns so her lips find my wrist, and she holds them there, whispering her next words into my veins so I hear themeverywhere.“I want you to be my first, Milo.”
I am the luckiest bastard alive. Yet, I cannot help but instinctively wish to hear her sayand lasttoo. Apparently, I’m the most selfish bastard as well.
“How do you want it to be?” I ask her, rubbing my thumb along the underside of her cheekbone, taking in how gorgeous she is, howrightbeing with her feels.
“Face-to-face,” she answers. “Unless you didn’t mean position, then, I guess, just, um, lovely?”
