I lift and lower myself, his hard cock filling me, his eyes holding me as tightly as his hands hold my hips as I give myself to him. It's not just physical, but emotional. I feel so many things as we make love and all of them are good.
When I feel the orgasm creeping up on me, he knows. How, I don't know, he just does, and he urges me to move faster.
"Livvy, I'm on the edge. Come with me," he murmurs.
I grind hard on the downstroke, my clit hitting just right. "Oh yes," I cry out getting closer and closer, all but vibrating as the pleasure builds.
"Jesus," Bash mutters. "You're going to come so hard. I can feel it."
He cups my breasts, gently squeezing then thumbing my nipples.
Then I'm there, my breath catches, my vision blurs, my entire body stiffens as overwhelming sensations of bliss roll through me. My toes curl, my nails dig into his chest, and then he lifts his hips with a shout, coming with me, never looking away, giving me everything he is and taking everything I am at the same time. It's scary. It's unfamiliar. It's bliss.
I slowly lean forward, collapsing on top of him, sweaty and panting and deliciously spent.
"This makes it a done deal," he breathes into my hair.
"What's that?" I ask, looking up at him.
"You're mine forever."
I grin. "Don't you forget it."
fourteen
I hang up the phone and look at Bash.
"My mom wants us to come home for spring break."
"My mom wants us to go to Brooklyn this weekend," he tells me, making me smile.
"I'd love to go!" I tell him. I'm so excited to finally be whole and healed enough to meet his family.
He pulls me into his arms. "I wish you'd let me take you sooner. They wouldn't have cared about the bruises."
"The cast is bad enough."
He gives me a look. "My mom's been nagging me every day for the past six weeks."
I look at him. "Six weeks, huh?" I hadn't broken things off with Cam at that point.
He grins. "Yep. I mentioned you at the beginning of the semester, but I knew about six weeks ago I had a shot."
"Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you, Elevator Boy?"
He chuckles. "I know you, Three. You fell for me the day you met me—you just weren't ready to admit this tattooed bad boy could give you real thing then."
"How did you know—" I break off, wondering how he could possibly know what I thought of him when I met him. Manwhore. Tattooed bad boy.
"Love, I could read you like a book. You just needed some time."
"Hmm," I tease. "I think you might be right."
He beams down at me. "Of course I am. I know my girl."
He leans down to kiss me, and I wrap my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss further than he expected. He lets out a groan of pleasure and I nip at his bottom lip.
"I love you, Sebastian Smith."
