He rips open the foil square and I take it from him with slightly shaking fingers. My other hand grips him, stroking until he closes his eyes and lets out a ragged groan. I release him and roll the condom down his length, then drop back to my position against the pillows.
Hugh crawls onto the bed and hovers over me. I arch up in invitation for him to remove my panties, which he does in one fluid movement. He positions himself between my legs, supporting his weight on his forearms as he brings his mouth back to mine. He shifts, freeing one of his hands so he can caress my breasts. I arch up again as his hand finally travels lower, moaning against his lips when he reaches my clit.
Strong fingers circle the sensitive bundle of nerves, slowly increasing in speed and pressure until I’m writhing. An orgasm builds with lightning speed, but I want to prolong this—this pleasure, this night, this time with Hugh. It takes all my willpower to grip his wrist and push his hand away. “I’m ready,” I gasp. “I want you inside me.”
There’s a moment’s hesitation as Hugh meets my eyes. His gaze is so intense it makes my breath catch. He shifts again, positioning himself directly over me. I swallow hard, feeling suddenly swamped with a sea of emotions I can’t name. I don’t allow myself to contemplate the swell of feelings. Instead, I grip Hugh’s biceps and lift my hips. He slides inside me slowly, pausing every few seconds to give me time to adjust, waiting for my cues before he continues.
When our bodies meet, we release twin sighs, and then laugh breathlessly as our lips meet and our bodies begin to move. Hugh keeps meeting my eyes, a silent check-in that makes the swelling emotion return. He sprinkles light kisses over my face and neck.
Pressure builds in my core, and I try to ride the waves of pleasure instead of giving in. Hugh does this thing with his hips that nearly makes me come. Still, I hold on, gripping his shoulders so tightly I leave little half-moons from my nails. I nip at his neck and he growls, driving into me harder. I already know this is going to be the most mind-blowing orgasm I’ve ever had. The man has moves unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, and his attentiveness would make me swoon if I wasn’t so close to the edge.
God, I love him.
The thought flits through my mind before taking root in my brain. My hips jerk, sending us briefly out of sync. Hugh moves to meet my eyes, but I hide my face in his neck, afraid of what he might see there. I can’t really love him, can I? We haven’t known each other that long, and he’s leaving in just over a week.
But you do, says a quiet, insistent voice in my head.Youdolove him.
I squeeze my eyes shut, forcing all thoughts from my mind. I clutch Hugh tighter and he seems to take that as an unspoken signal because he drives me into the bed, his hips pumping so fast now I can’t help but cry out. Stars flash in the corners of my vision as the orgasm builds and builds and finally floods through me. I hold on tight, only half aware of the unintelligible words and sounds spilling from both of us. I ride the waves of pleasure as Hugh gives a final pump and then slows his pace. He buries his face in the crook between my neck and shoulder, his breath hot and damp on my skin.
Awareness slowly seeps back in. I unclench my fingers from Hugh’s shoulders—he’ll likely be bruised tomorrow—and smooth my hands over his back and hips. He moans into my shoulder, pressing several kisses there before lifting his head. His weight on top of me is about to become too much when he rolls off, sitting up to remove and dispose of the condom. He returns quickly, pulling me to him and nuzzling my neck.
“Mm, Ivy,” he breathes, his voice thick and sleepy. I turn into the warmth of his body, clinging to him. He smiles and pulls me even closer. I watch as his eyes drift shut, the smile remaining on his lips. Within a few moments, his breathing slows and evens.
You love him. It’s the same whispered voice from before. I can’t ignore it this time. I don’t even try.
So much for not complicating things.
