She sucked in a breath, her brain slowed to process what her body already had mastered. “Should I ask if you’re okay?”
“I’m not okay, Alyssa,” he said, a twinkle of lust in his eyes. “You make me feel a lot of things, and okay isn’t one of them.”
When he said those words, her heartbeat thrummed even faster in her chest. An intense energy traveled between them, shooting up her arm and spreading to the rest of her. Lighting her up inside.
“And you know what scares me?” he asked, running his fingers down her cheek.
“What?” she whispered, the warm sensation swirling inside her.
“The idea that I may never be okay again,” he said.
His vulnerable admission pulled at her heart strings, like his words reached out and touched a part of her much more intimate than the one between her legs. Like they were on the same equal ground, emotionally. They both wanted each other, and hoped not to get too attached before summer ended. The idea that a man like him, sophisticated and experienced, would say such things to her, to a girl like her, swept her off her feet.
She bridged the gap between them, stretched to her full height and pulled him to her.
The kiss started slow, tender, as she swiped her tongue along his lips. Little charges of awareness vibrated inside her, goose bumps whispering on her arms. Very quickly, the mood changed, and it was as if the innocence of the kiss only made them hungrier for each other.
He lifted her from the floor, and she wrapped her legs around him, excited. He sucked her bottom lip, her desire climbing several notches. She hadn’t just waited a week to have sex with him… she’d waited her whole life.
Growling against her lips, he didn’t let up, holding her ass with one hand, while cradling her head with the other, intensifying the hottest kiss of her life.
She ground into him, shamelessly, but the friction only increased her urgency. “Knox…”
“Holy fuck,” he said under his breath. “Alyssa, if you keep going like this—”
She squirmed again. “Yes. Please. I can’t wait any longer,” she said, her voice breathy.
He caught her lips in yet another hot, ravenous kiss. She could definitely get used to those…
When he eased her on the mattress, he hovered over her, and the close proximity made her feel like a rubber band stretched beyond its limit. She curled her lips, and lowered her hand to his pants, her entire body burning for him. He caught her wrist, and covered her hand with his, trying to coax it away.
“Alyssa.” There was a warning in his tone, one she assumed was for both of them.
She couldn’t wait any longer. Defiant, she slipped her hand under the tight space below his waistline and his pants, and then slid it under his boxer brief. The second she touched his hard, warm flesh, both of them moaned.
“You want to fuck,” he said.
“Yes.” Her reply was a whimper.
He helped her fumble with his belt then zipper, only enough to get his massive cock out. Then, it was her turn to lift her hips, and he glided her underwear down her legs then removed them and tossed them aside.
Then, he undid the buttons of her dress, and her breasts spilled out. He caught one in his mouth, and volcanic heat stirred in her stomach. She mellowed, so fucking turned on. Her pearly cream coated her folds, her inner walls drenching wet. Ready for him.
She parted her thighs, a part of her bracing for the pain she assumed she’d feel. But he rubbed the thick head of his cock on her folds, and her shoulders softened, her limbs relaxing. The truce her body gave her didn’t last long, though.
Slowly, he eased himself inside her pussy, and she sucked in a breath. He kissed her neck, then nipped her along her jaw, making a tortuous affair until he dragged his lips to hers again. When he was all the way in, she yelped.
A hot ache stung her, the sensation following her nerve endings, leaving her inside into a messy turmoil. Her heart leaped to her throat, the beats thrumming in her ears. He insisted on the kiss, sucking her lips, distracting her in the most delicious way.
Having him inside her…
She’d never felt so stuffed in her whole life. But when she worked on her breathing, the ache gave way to a world of senses—the way her inner walls contracted against him, like her body wanted to take hold of every bit of him. The scent of sex and fresh sweat swirling around her. The affection touching his eyes, his gorgeous eyes, when he began moving.
He snuck his hand down to her sex, and his thumb flicked her swollen clit.
A ripple of pleasure washed over her, and she quivered, the sensation shot from her bud of nerves all the way to her sensitive scalp. He continued his relentless task, and slid halfway out of her then returned, this time without as much care as the last time. The friction enhanced her awareness, and now she craved for more.
She found herself undulating her hips, rocking them into his, an instinctual need begging to be fulfilled. He rolled his fingers over her clit, then worked it again, increasing the intensity in tandem with his now harder thrusts in her pussy.
