I kiss her like crazy, diving inside of her mouth. While we’re kissing, I spread her pussy apart and push forward, as slowly and tenderly as I can because I love her and I want this to be good for her. I want this to be making love, not sex, not a physical release. I’m here, between her legs, in her arms, because she’s my whole world, because my sun rises and sets with her, because if she’s not with me, there’s no point in going on.
But she is with me. She’s urging me forward. She’s kissing me back. She’s moaning against my lips. She’s swallowing me up, and I’m living for it.
I push past that resistance and into the wet suck of her core. She gasps but keeps me tight against her mouth, breathing my breath, filling me and then taking from me as she should. I begin to move, slow at first and then faster as heated blood courses through my veins. Pressure builds at the base of my spine. My cock is harder than diamonds. The top of my head is about to blow off.
I break away from her mouth and beg, “Come for me, rebel. Come first for me.”
“I will, baby, I will.” She grips my arms. Her nails leave red marks in my flesh. She could be tearing me to shreds, and I would welcome it. All I know is that my cock is sheathed inside liquid silk, and it feels like heaven. “Harder,” she orders.
Her wish is my command. I let myself go and pound into her, digging one knee into the mattress to lever myself so deep inside of her that it leaves a mark. She comes, quivering and crying. And then I come too, quivering and shouting.
We’re one now, and what the gods have put together, no man can tear apart.
Chapter Thirty
JOSIE
“Hmm.” I sigh happily, cuddling deeper with Bam. My body has a yummy ache to it. I didn’t know pain in your body could be oddly sweet. Last night with Bam was beyond anything I could have imagined.
When I open my eyes, all I see is bare skin. My face is pressed into his neck, my body pasted to his side. He’s got an arm around my back, keeping me there. We fit together perfectly.
“How do you feel?” Bam asks. He’s always worried about me. That normally can be a trigger for me. People think I can’t do what others can because of my situation, but with Bam, that has melted away.
I don’t see it that way. In fact, Bam might need to get his head checked. When I talk, he stares at me like I’m the smartest person he’s ever met. As though he’s mesmerized by every word that comes out of my mouth.
He doesn’t think that I’m incapable. Bam wants to make sure I’m getting to where I’m going with as few bumps and bruises as possible.
“I feel great.” I stretch out my legs, arching my back at the same time. I let out a small groan. My body is definitely sore, but having last night with Bam was a thousand percent worth it.
“Reb—”
“It’s a good groan.” I cut him off before he can get worried. I lift my head. “How about you? I wear you out?” I give him a mischievous smirk. We went at it more times than I can count. We were both ravenous for each other.
“I’m perfect.” He smiles before pressing his mouth to mine. The kiss quickly deepens, Bam shifting to pin me under him. “We should stop. You’re sore.”
“No,” I huff, wrapping my legs around him. I’m about to be done with this battle when my phone starts to go off. Bam lifts his head, and we both know that’s my dad’s ring.
“You told him you weren’t coming home last night?” Bam asks, his expression worried. I’m not sure if it’s because I might not have told my dad I wouldn’t be home last night or that I did and he knows I’m with Bam.
“Yes, I told him. I’m eighteen,” I remind him. Dad cared more that I was safe and settled in for the night. “He’s fine with it. Told me to be safe.” I mean, how much can he really say? Plus, I think Bam is kinda growing on him. Well, as much as any man can when it comes to me.
I have been doing solo stints at home for a few years at this point. Dad had to work, and that work put him on the road. He might worry, but he also knows that, at the end of the day, I know how to take care of myself. For the most part.
The phone stops ringing but starts again. I drop my legs from around Bam’s waist.
“He’s going to hate me.”
“He does not,” I counter. Bam doesn’t appear convinced, but he grabs my phone off the nightstand.
“Do not tell him we’re naked in bed and that you took my virginity.”
I burst into laughter. “I suppose I did.”
“Or that yours is gone, too.”
“Okay, I’ll be good.”
He hands me the phone. “Yellow,” I say when I answer the call.
