He grabbed my thighs hard as he continued moving inside me. There was no doubt his firm grip would leave bruises on my delicate, pale skin later, but it’d be worth it.
"Joce," he managed to breathe out. "I want to be deeper . . . closer . . . ."
"Alex!" I clutched his shoulders for stability. He grabbed my hip with one hand and placed the other on my inner thigh as he pressed his lips to mine. He savagely attacked my lower lip, biting it, then sucking it into his mouth. It was as if he couldn’t get enough of me. I liked this animalistic side of him.
"Jocelyn." He spoke against my mouth. "So good, baby."
"Hmm . . . ." I moaned as I tightened my hold on him.
He continued his swift, hard thrusts, but the position we were in was taking a toll on my body. I grew tired, but I managed to hook my legs around his waist and rest my head on his shoulder.
"Alex," I whispered breathlessly as my body shook against his. This climax was much softer than my first, but no less intense. I pressed my mouth to the warm skin of his shoulder and gently kissed him.
"Shit!" he mumbled into my neck as he emptied into the condom. He came so hard and fast I thought the rubber would overflow with his long, hot spurts. After he came, he couldn’t stop moving his hips into me. When he finally pulled out, I flinched.
He quickly threw away the condom in a nearby trashcan, then turned back to me.
I was fragile and sex was still new to me, and my body was still getting used to our times together. Alex’s jaw was tight, and he looked upset. He took my face between his hands and whispered, "Jocelyn." He kissed the tip of my nose. "I’m sorry."
"You should be."
"Fuck!" he mumbled under his breath.
He picked me up off the desk, carried me over to the bed, and tenderly placed me in it, before crawling in next to me.
"I didn’t mean to—"
I cut him off, placing my fingers on his lips. "You’ve been holding out on me."
After a beat of silence, he grinned. "Where have you been all my life?"
"Waiting for you." I giggled.
"I didn’t hurt you?" Worry etched across his beautiful face.
"A little and I’ll probably bruise." I rubbed my hand over my hips and thighs.
"But it’s worth it."
He gently kissed my waiting lips, then pulled me onto my chest. "You make me wild."
"Good!"
Graduation night turned out to be better than prom night, and I wouldn't have thought that was possible.
Chapter Nine
We sat on the beach, down at the lake, on Alex's last day at home. He had to leave the next morning for Connecticut. The weather was beautiful, so we decided to spend the day together with no interruptions. We went swimming and were having a picnic. I could feel Alex’s eyes on me as I rummaged through the basket that his mom packed for us.
I'd pulled my long, brown hair up in a ponytail, and I wore nothing but a white bikini. To say I was pleased when Alex’s eyes popped out of his head when I slipped off my shorts and shirt was an understatement. I loved getting him all worked up.
"What do you want?" I asked, my head still buried in the basket.
"You." He grabbed my arm and pulled me to him. He placed open-mouthed kisses down my neck, stopping just where the bathing suit barely covered my breasts.
He ran his tongue down my cleavage, and I let out a small moan in response.
Now . . . I want him now.
