I grip onto his hair, pulling him to me, prompting his motions to quicken, and then I squeal out a cry of release as I find the climax my body has been begging for.
Slowly, he trails back up, his lips grazing every stimulated piece of my body they can before finding mine again. His wicked tongue forces its way into my mouth, making me heat up all over as my body begs for more.
Breaking free from the kiss, my lips find his shoulder, and I surrender my control as my blood bringers emerge. I want him in every way.
They scrape his shoulder, and I wait for him to do as he normally does. He always tells me to bite.
He smiles as he pulls back shaking his head, and I worry I’m about to fall apart from the rejection.
“I want your first time to be a little more planned out than a grass bed a few miles away from a shady campsite,” he murmurs softly, his lips finding mine immediately after to assure me he still wants me.
“Don’t be mad,” he whispers. “I want it to be special.”
My legs wrap around his bare waist, the skin on skin igniting the fire within me.
“I just want it to be with you,” I murmur against his lips, and that ignites his fire, almost literally.
His body feels to be heating up, but it instantly cools the moment the thought crosses my mind. His tongue finds mine as his hips thrust forward, and I feel him inside me, owning me. I gasp out, relishing the incredible feeling of being joined to him once again.
He makes me feel so different in so many ways. I feel so alive, so divinely connected when I'm in his arms. I feel a place of belonging in those pale eyes, and I feel so… incredible.
His lips consume mine as he thrusts in harder and harder, making the muscles in my stomach tighten in anticipation. My hands are pinned above my head by his as he angles me up to slam into me all the rougher, and I moan each time his thrusts hit a place so perfectly that my body begs to jolt forward.
But he holds me down as he fills me with his incredible touch. His chill cools my heated core in a way only the divine could understand. Each stroke is perfectly executed, pushing me closer to the edge of ecstasy, making my toes curl and my breaths grow coarse.
In one swift motion, he’s on his back, and I take over as I sit straight up and move my hips against his. His mouth parts in a way that only sends me into more of a passionate frenzy, and he tilts his head back as he absorbs the euphoria I want to inflict him with.
He grips my hips to control my movements as he closes in on his moment, and I feel his body begging to release itself inside mine… to join us all the more. Right now, I feel that connection I seek. Like this, I’ve never felt closer to anyone. In his arms, I feel as though I have a place to belong.
My head falls back as I gasp out my release to the vacant air above us, the leaves on the trees wilting from my body’s secreted, blistering heat, and then I feel him filling me with his life, his warmth… him. And it feels so damn good.
I don’t just think I’m falling in love with him. I am in love. And that scares the hell out of me.
He jerks me down, his lips finding mine again, and he pulls me to his bare, sculpted, incredible body as his dampened hair folds over his brow. I smile as I curl into him, and then I pull back to let my fingers stroke through those dark strands that are asking for attention.
“You’re incredible,” he murmurs softly before leaning over to kiss me again.
So are you.
There are so many things I want to say to him right now. I can't tell him the truth about what I feel, because my fucking emotions are so screwy. But I can tell him the path I'm on.
“Jase, I like you. I want to know we’re at least somewhat in the same vicinity of feeling the same way towards each other,” I murmur, possibly being a little too honest.
He smiles a little bigger, and then his hand begins tracing imaginary lines on my bare back.
“See? Was that so hard?” he teases, his playful pale eyes alight with excitement.
I roll my eyes while scooting in closer, and his lips stroke mine gently before he leans back and sighs.
“Aria, I can swear to you there’s nothing I want more than to hold you, kiss you, feel you this way all day everyday. I’m completely obsessed with you, and I don’t know how in the hell you think otherwise.”
Obsessed? Hmm. I like that word.
I grin a silly, goofy grin, and then I snuggle into his chest. I feel his smile on my forehead, and my fingers begin tracing my own imaginary lines over his heart.
“Good. Then we’re almost on the same page,” I murmur softly, omitting the early confession of love.
I feel his smirk, and then he tilts my head up so my eyes are forced to stare into his.
