“I love you, too,” I whisper, and he presses his lips to mine.
“Bed,” he whispers against my lips, getting off the couch and grabbing me and pulling me with him.
We shed our clothes along the way. His shirt, my shorts, we never stop touching each other or kissing as we make our way up the stairs to our room.
He kicks the door closed behind us and picks me up with ease, carrying me over to the bed and dropping me on it. He takes off the rest of his clothes, and I take off mine before he climbs on top of me.
He kisses every inch of my body, making sure that there isn’t an inch of me that goes untouched.
He repeats the phrase over and over as he worships me. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”
My back arches off the bed, and my fingers grip the sheets. I feel so overwhelmed with emotions that I can’t even seem to form proper words to express my own feelings to him.
“Beckett,” I moan as he kisses the inside of my thigh, kissing down my leg, all the way to the heel of my foot, before slowly leaving gentle kisses back up my body to my mouth.
He reaches for the nightstand to grab a condom, but I stop him. “I—I want to feel all of you,” I whisper, lacing my fingers with his to stop him from grabbing a foil packet.
It wouldn’t be the first time, and it probably won’t be the last time we do it raw. But I like the way it feels when he's inside me with nothing separating us. This feels like a special occasion where it would be ok to take a small risk.
“Are you sure?” he whispers, his eyes searching mine for any kind of uncertainly.
“Yes, I’m sure,” I whisper, my fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. I gently join our foreheads together and close my eyes. Just soaking up the moment, the day, andhim.
“Ok, baby,” he whispers, and I feel the head of his cock gently nudge my entrance.
I let out a small gasp as he fills me. Pushing all the way in, until I’m so full my toes curl. My legs fall open to better accommodate him. Our breathes mingle as our foreheads stay together. He doesn’t move for a few seconds, just letting both of us get used to the feeling of him inside me.
Honestly, I love this feeling of just being connected. No movement, just the two of us being connected like this. Just fitting together like two puzzle pieces that belong together.
“Ready?”
“Ready.”
He begins to move. Slowly, taking his time. No rush, just slow, deep strokes. He peppers kisses all over my face and chest.
Making me feel his love and his devotion to me.
I’ve never felt like this before, so…complete.
“I love you, Beckett,” I whisper.
“I love you, baby.”
42
SLOANE
~SEPTEMBER~
Icheck my dress and hair in the mirror for like the tenth time. I don’t know why I’m so nervous; I’ve actually never been more nervous than I am right now.
Today is the day.
The day that has been haunting me since the first moment he kissed me.
“Sloane, you need to breathe,” Beckett says, rubbing my shoulders.
I take a deep breath and then another.
