Page 91 of A Song for You

With three strides backward, his legs hit the edge of the mattress, and he plops down on the bed, his eyes never leaving mine.

I nibble my lip nervously. “What do you want me to do?”

With a hand in the air, he twirls his finger. “Spin for me.”

I giggle but do as he says. When I turn back to face him, he’s got a fist pressed to his mouth and he’s sinking his teeth into the flesh. “I don’t know how I got so damn lucky…”

I roll my eyes, though behind my mask, the gesture is lost.

He summons me with the crook of his finger. “C’mere, Kitten.”

I prowl toward him and eat up the way his eyes track my every movement. He reaches for my hand, pulling me between his legs and dropping his head to my stomach.

Taking in a calming breath, I rub my hands through his hair and watch him.

With a sigh, he tips his chin and rests it on my abdomen, studying me. “I really need to see you tonight. Take off the mask and let me make love to you. Please.”

When I pull at the string behind my head and tug, the mask falls to the floor beside me.

He tips back, his hands gripping my hips roughly so I’m forced to move with him. Once I’m straddling him on top of the mattress, his lips move to mine, and we kiss for what feels like hours. Soft, warm, needy kisses that say everything we’ve been building toward for the last few months.

“I love you,” he whispers between kisses.

“Irrevocably, completely, head over fucking heels,” I reply.

He smiles and flips me onto my back, caging me in with his arms as he props himself above me. “Thief,” he taunts.

I quirk a brow and smirk. “What are you going to do about it?”

His smile practically hurts, it’s so beautiful. The joy, the happiness, the abandonment of all worry is so evident. “I suppose it’s deserved, Kitten. I’ve been stealing all your firsts.”

Pressing up on my elbows, I kiss that smile like I can somehow figure out a way to keep it. “It’s not considered stealing when those firsts are willingly given.”

“And what are you giving me now?” he asks, his blue eyes almost silver in the candlelight, shadows dancing across his gorgeous face.

“Everything, Jay. I’m giving you everything. My heart, my body, my future…it’s all yours.”

He closes his eyes like he’s really soaking that in. As if the promise of the future may mean more than the rest. It does for me. Giving him my heart? That could be a temporary offering. My body? People do that all the time. But my future? Only one person can have that. And it’s him. I can’t imagine a world where I love anyone but this man. A time where I wouldn’t move heaven and earth to be with him for eternity.

An eternity wrapped up in his warmth, surrounded by his promises. The idea makes it feel like time stands still. Like it’s forever and too quick. It makes breathing easier and harder at the same time. Because there is no greater feeling. But the thought that it could end is debilitating.

So I promise him my future. Because I don’t want to steal his breath; I want to give it back to him.

With no words left to say, I work the buttons of his shirt and slip it down his shoulders. He slides down my body and shucks his pants, then turns to my garter belt and removes it with deft fingers. He lifts one ankle and kisses it softly before sliding his tongue up my calf, to my thigh, and then between my legs. With a provocative groan, he runs his tongue straight up my seam, sucking, licking, and teasing me until I’m panting and begging for more.

I watch every brutal minute of it. Every circle of his tongue and every needy growl makes my heart pound faster. When he slides a finger inside me and fucks me slowly with his hand, focused on my face, gauging my reaction, I come apart at the seams, moaning his name.

“Good girl,” he says, pressing a kiss to my thigh and nudging it back with his head when I try to close my legs. “You said my name like you promised, and now you’ll be rewarded.”

“Jay, up here. I need you now.”

He shakes his head. “Another one. Give me one more, Kitten, and then I’ll give you my cock.”

I squirm and grab at his shoulders, but he holds me in place. He’s in no rush. This is for him. This is his time, and the knowledge of that makes me want him more. He takes me to the edge again and then sucks on my clit until I’m exploding in his mouth, and only when my legs have lost all semblance of fight does he finally kneel on the bed, peering down at me with pride.

“Corset off,” he says gruffly as he grabs for a condom he must have stashed on the bedside table.

I hiss a breath as he strokes himself slowly. I’ve had my mouth on him plenty, felt him swell in my hand, but the idea of him finally sliding between my legs and piercing me makes me rub my legs together in anticipation.