I managed to get my shit together and stood up, which was a freaking miracle considering we were in the middle of my bed and my knees were so shaky I’m surprised I didn’t fall over the edge onto the floor.
I stared down at him, at his hard, muscled, perfect body. At the delicious tattoo on his bicep, the defined abs, the thin line of hair beneath his navel that pointed toward the incredible bulge between his legs. His hair was an erotic mess, his eyes glittered and the sound he made—a half growl that had Tarzan written all over it—was just about enough to drive me over the edge.
He was mine. This guy who was everything any girl could ever want was mine and suddenly I didn’t care about anything else except him. I didn’t want to give him up.
For a moment that thought stunned me. “I love you,” I said again in wonder.
His wicked grin was enough to blow the pants off a goddamn Nun. “Then show me.”
Game on.
I took a moment, drawing it out until he was so tense the veins in the sides of his neck stood out. I rubbed my nipples, smiling when he groaned.
“Peaches, you’re fucking killing me.”
And then slowly made my way down to the waistband of my shorts. I nudged him with my toe, running it along his upper thigh before pressing my foot onto his erection. “You first.”
I moved my foot, biting my bottom lip when he shifted, his eyes never leaving mine, as he slipped out of his shorts. He moved a bit so that his back rested against the headboard and all six foot four inches of his delicious, hard and naked body was there for me.
Carefully I slid off my shorts until I stood, naked, my legs open so he could see how aroused I was.
He didn’t take his eyes off my crotch, though he beckoned me closer and when I spread my legs so that I stood over him, he grabbed my hips and brought me to his mouth. I think I might have screamed when he kissed me, right there where I ached for him.
I know I did when he suckled and stroked and licked his way over every inch of me and then did it again. And again.
I was a mess when he was done and if not for his hands on my hips, I would have fallen. “This is mine,” he said against my thigh, and god help but I ate that macho shit up. Yes. You can have it. All of it. Whenever the hell you want it.
Slowly I slid down his body, our eyes meeting. Locking.
And when I positioned myself and sank onto him we both groaned because it felt that good.
For a moment neither one of us moved. We stared into each other’s eyes, our bodies connected, our hearts connected on a level that I’d never felt before with anyone. This was the real deal. This was love.
This is love, I thought.
“Shit,” he whispered hoarsely. “You feel good…so good.”
I moved up on him and slowly slid back down. “Uh huh.”
He froze for a second. “Georgia, we didn’t…ahhh.”
I gyrated my hips and began to pump slowly but his hands stopped me. “Georgia we didn’t use anything. I’m clean but…”
I kissed Ben, silencing his words as I continued to slowly fuck my boyfriend with every ounce of finesse that I’d ever acquired. When I dragged myself up for air I leaned against him. “It’s okay. I’m on the pill and I, well I’ve never had an STD or anything.”
“Sweet fucking Jesus, you’ve just made me the happiest guy on the planet because, Peaches, you feel incredible. This is a whole new level of hotness.”
I held his face between my hands and stared into his eyes. “I’ve never had sex without a condom. Ever. I’ve never let a guy…”
He ate the rest of my words with the most amazing, toe curling kiss and I began to move again, slowly at first and then as our needs increased—as his breathing hitched and his heart pounded against the palm of my hands—my tempo matched. There were no more words. There were only emotions. Raw and true. There were eyes drinking each other in. Hands caressing and touching. There was desperation, ecstasy and release.
And for that one perfect moment in time I believed that maybe all of those things would be enough. This connection. This new love that we’d found together.
I had to believe it was enough because the alternative sucked.