“Are you sure you want this?” I ask breathlessly.
She nods.
“I need to hear you say it, Tor.”
“Yes, I want this.”
My shoulders sag in relief, and I kiss her again.
She pulls back and places her palms on my chest, and I tense. This is where we stop; this is where this ends. She regrets it already.
“Just, please, be gentle with me,” she pleads.
My heart flutters. How could she think I’d ever hurt her?
“Darlin’, I’ll take care of you, I promise.”
I reach for the hem of my shirt, pull it up over my head, and let it fall to the floor, then slide off my boots and socks so I’m left standing in my jeans.
I take her hands and lift her arms above her head, smoothing over the curves of her body. Reaching for the hem of her dress, I pull it up over her head and toss it aside.
Her long dark hair hangs around her shoulders, and I whimper, fucking whimper when I take her in. Standing there in a matching white lace bra and panties set, her body glows under the moonlight that streams in through the window. She looks like an angel sent from heaven, and this moment is better than any of my dreams about her.
Her eyes focus on the dog tags that hang around my neck. I usually take them off once I’m back from a deployment, but I was in such a hurry to get to her, I forgot. She strokes the embossed letters that read JONES and then traces over the ink that covers my heart with her index finger, sending a shiver of desire through me, desire for this woman I have dreamed of for years. The same words that are engraved into the necklace thathangs around her neck, the words that remind us to live, and that’s exactly what we were doing.
Memento vivere.
She takes her time, outlining every letter that brands my skin. It feels intimate and special, we aren’t rushing, just savoring every second that hopefully we have both been longing for.
“You’re so beautiful, Tor.” She chews on the inside of her cheek, and I brush the pad of my thumb across her bottom lip.
“You don’t need to be nervous, baby. I’ve got you.” I ease her back onto the bed gently. I climb over her and lower my body in between her open legs as we melt into another kiss. Her fingers weave into my hair, and she tugs a little harder with every stroke of our tongues. This feels different; this feels like more. I don’t want to rush. I’m not thinking about my next move, and I don’t want to reach the finish line. I have never felt so deeply connected to someone. I could stay lost in this moment with her for the rest of my days.
I roll us onto our sides, never breaking our kiss, needing to just hold her. I’ve thought about this moment more times than I should. What it would be like to have her as mine. My fingers stroke through her silky hair, and I deepen the kiss, which earns me a moan from her that only amplifies my need for her.
My hands still as I think to unhook her bra, but I wait a beat, knowing the gravity of this moment. We’ll never be the same if we do this. I’m good with that, but is she? But I get my answer when she pleads with me, “Please, don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”
My fingers pinch the clasp of her bra, pulling the fabric away from her delicate skin, and I take a second to soak her in.
“You’re perfect,” I murmur as my eyes trail every inch of her toned body.
She reaches for the button on my jeans and begins to unfasten it. I work with her to remove my jeans and boxers and then hookmy fingers into her panties and take my time sliding them down her legs. Every layer we remove feels monumental, like we are stripping the final parts of each other we have kept hidden for so long, and now we are bearing it all.
My gaze scans both of us, now fully naked, nothing left to hide. This is it. This is the moment that will change everything.
“Are you sure you wanna do this, darlin’?”
She nods and bites down on her lower lip. “I’ve never been surer of anything.”
I cup her face and press a light kiss to her lips. “We’ll take it slow,” and I think I say that not just for her, but for me too. I’ve never been so nervous to sleep with a woman, and I think that’s how you know they are the one. She isn’t a quick fuck to scratch an itch.
She’s Tori.
I kiss her just to make sure she is really here, and this isn’t a dream. My hands glide down her body, and I pepper kisses along her jaw, neck, and find her pulse point and suck just as the pads of my fingers find her clit.
She moans in pleasure, her breathing becoming short and choppy with every circle of my fingers. Her legs fall open wider, and I take that as my sign to move further. Palming her bare thighs, I push a finger inside her, and fuck, she feels like hot silk. Her back arches off the bed, and I capture her lips with mine as she moans into them. I quicken my pace. Her walls tighten, making my cock leak with need for her, the need to take her and claim her how I want. Rough and messy, just like our relationship. I groan, pressing my face into her neck as she rides my fingers, and I nearly come on the spot when she chants my name.
“Noah, oh God… Noah, more.”
