“No!” She tugs me back into another kiss. She grinds her hips against mine, and I can feel the hard ridge of my belt buckle press into her softness through our clothes. “I love you, Jude. I don’t ever want anyone else. I want to marry you one day, maybe have a kid. Just one though.”
My heart hammers against my ribs, a wild drumbeat matching the sudden, desperate throb of my cock. I roll us over, settling my weight between her thighs, caging her in with my arms. “Oh? A kid? Really, Em?”
She giggles, wrapping her legs around my waist. “I think you’ll be really good at the parenting thing. And you’ll get to teachthem how to play guitar. They can paint with me and create beautiful little artwork for their dad.”
I know. I know I’m gone for her completely. “We’ll move to L.A. I’ll make us rich. And you can dowhateveryou want. Open a studio? Stay at home wife? Mom? I’ll be more than happy to come home to that every day.”
Her eyes glisten, and for a moment, I think she’s holding back tears. But instead of saying anything, she kisses me again. It’s passionate and deep, and the only thing I want to experience for the rest of my life. I would drown in her if I could.
My hand slides down between us, my fingers finding the damp lace of her panties. I bite back a groan the moment I feel her already soaked for me. My fingers find her clit, and her own tighten on my shoulders.
I’ve made her come like this before, with my fingers or my mouth worshiping her, but I’ve always been too nervous, too careful to go further. I don’t want to hurt her. But now, feelingher hips rock against my hand, hearing her breath become shallow and quick, all my good intentions begin to crumble. I suddenly want to hurt her, just a little. Maybe that’s just cuteness aggression?
“Oh, god,”she pants, her head falling back, exposing the long, beautiful line of her throat.
“There you go, baby,” I whisper, my voice rough with hunger. I watch her fall apart, her body tensing, her lips parting in a silent cry as her orgasm washes over her. The sight of it, the feel of her clawing at my biceps, makes my cock strain painfully against my jeans.Fuck.I clench my jaw, guiding her through it, my own need a goddamn wildfire under my skin.
When her breathing begins to even out, I murmur the question again, my fingers working the buckle of my belt. “Are you sure?”
Her nod is immediate, her face flushed and glowing with satisfaction. “Yes.”
Clothes suddenly become a frantic blur, a race to feel skin on skin. Then we are under my blankets, and she is bare andbeautiful beneath me. The brave front from moments before has faded, replaced by a nervous energy that trembles through her.
“If you need me to stop, please tell me,” I whisper, my own arms shaking as I brace myself over her.
“I will,” she replies, her voice a little too quick, a little too high.
I have to be sure.“Are you nervous?”
“A little,” she admits.
I slide the head of my cock over her sensitive clit, and her whole body jolts. A stuttered gasp escapes her. Could she feel how hard I was shaking? How badly I wanted this to be perfect for her?
“I’m going to kiss you when I...do it, okay?”
Her grip on my shoulders tightens, her eyes staring into mine, seeing every terrified, exhilarated part of my soul. Nearlyfalling apart already, I rest my forehead against hers, stealing a moment to breathe her in. Her little puffs of air against my lips are the most enticing thing I’ve ever felt.
I take one heavy breath.
And then I kiss her.
My tongue parts her lips at the exact moment my hips push forward, and I feel her body give way. She whimpers, and the sound cuts straight through me. “Jude…” Her voice is small and fragile, and it kills me to hear her like this.
I still for a moment, allowing her to adjust. She’s so tight I could lose it right here. I work inside her a little more. “I’m sorry,” I whisper, my voice rough with restraint. “I know it hurts. I’ll go slow, okay? Just...just tell me if it’s too much.” My hand trembles as I brush a strand of hair from her face, my touch feather-light, afraid to add to her discomfort.
She nods, but I can see the pain in her expression.
“You’re doing so good, Em,” I rasp against her lips. I fist the sheets beside her head, my knuckles white, holding myself back from the primal urge to pound into her. Slow. Gentle.
Her legs tremble as they tighten around my waist.God, I’m so thick.The thought is a mix of male pride and genuine concern.
My heart thunders as I experimentally pull back and push in again, a little harder this time. This time, there is no resistance, and I’m now entirely seated inside.
Her body goes rigid, and she bites her plump bottom lip.
I still instantly. “Are you okay?” My voice is barely a whisper.
She nods, her eyes squeezing shut. “Keep going.”
