Page 101 of People Like Us

A sharp gasp escaped me as my grasp on his hair tightened. I looked down to meet his darkened eyes staring back up at me. His fingers dug into my hips as he pulled me further down, his nose pushing against my clit as he worked his mouth against me for a length of time that felt impossible to keep track of.

“August, I’m going to—” I rasped. My body convulsed in waves of pleasure before I could finish. I couldn’t hear myself over the ringing in my ears, but August’s low chuckle told me I’d probably screamed a string of obscenities.

He climbed back up, pressing slow open mouthed kisses across my hips, stomach, chest, and throat. When he finally reached my mouth again I was already tugging at the button on his jeans.

“Off,” I urged, pushing the denim over his hips. He smiled against me as he lowered a hand to help me, then kicked his jeans and briefs to the floor.

When his body settled back down against me, his cock throbbed against my thigh and I let out an involuntary whimper. “Do you have a condom?” I rasped.

August slipped his hand under the skirt of the couch, pulling out a black box, the top already torn open. My brows pinched, but before I could ask, August said, “I wanted to practice putting them on.” The words came out mumbled through his teeth as he tore the foil packet open.

I nodded in understanding as he adjusted his weight to one arm, pushing himself up. I reached between us, taking his cock in my hand before he could put it on.

“Fuck, Lola, what are you—” August let out a sharp hiss, eyes fluttering closed as I began to stroke him.

“I want to feel you without anything between us first.” August didn’t protest, or even move as I ran my fingers over him, and around the head of his cock. I thought about taking him in my mouth, but I was pretty sure if I did that he wouldn’t last long enough for us to have sex.

Instead, I lifted my hips, my core still dripping with desire as I pressed myself against the underside of his impressive length. August’s eyes flew open, dropping to where we were pressed together.

“Lola…” he groaned.

“I won’t put it in. I just want you to feel how wet I am,” I said huskily.

August nodded slowly, and his hips bucked instinctively, causing his head to bump against my clit. I let out a needy moan, and August did it again. A dry little laugh left him as he repeated the movement a few more times.

“I can feel you trying to suck me in,” he breathed. “I need to be inside you.”

I lowered my hips back to the cushions as August rolled the condom on slowly, then positioned himself above me. One hand on his cock, guiding it, the other stretched over me to grip the armrest. He whimpered a bit as he ran the head up and down my entrance, pushing just slightly against me.

“Is this okay?” his words came out a staggered breath.

“Yes.” I murmured, running my fingertips over the taut muscles in his shoulders.

August’s eyes never looked so bright as they had the moment he pushed into me—slowly, reverently, like the moment offered him some sort of absolution for every sin he hadn’t committed.

He made a primal, euphoric sound as his mouth fell open. I dropped one foot off the side of the couch, trying to give him more room to move, the width of him causing so much pressure inside me it felt like I might be full of him forever.

I ran my fingers up his neck and into the nape of his hair. My eyes flickered between his, before he dipped, his mouth closing on mine in a desperate attempt to somehow be closer. I moaned against him.

It wasn’t enough to have him like this. I wanted more. I needed more.

I knew he felt it too, because he began to move then. He rocked his hips once, and both of us gasped at the deep, perfect stretch.

“Lola…” he breathed out. I could only nod as my heart beat wildly against its cage.

“I love you,” he said it like a prayer.

“I love you too,” I echoed, my voice breaking around the words.

His hips began to rock without pause then, and his mouth dropped to my jaw. “I love you,” he repeated firmly.

“I love you.” A hard, quick thrust.

“I love you.” Another, harder. Deeper.

“I’m so fucking in love with you.” His hips were pistoning against me then, the muscles in his arm straining above me as he gripped the couch. I wrapped both legs around him, dragging my nails over his shoulders.

“Fuck, I love you, August,” I gasped back, clinging to him. “Always.”