“No one but you,” I murmur before sealing my lips to hers and pushing into her.
Gently, I feed into her inch by inch, groaning at how good she feels, how tight, warm, and wet.
She whimpers against my lips, pulling away from the kiss to push her head back into the pillow, her eyes squeezing shut in discomfort.
“I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry,” I apologize. “Do you want me to stop?”
She shakes her head, letting out a slow, shaky breath. “No, just—” She gasps when she tries to shift her body. “Just give me a second.”
I plant kisses on her face and neck, trying my best to distract her from the pain. “It’ll ease soon,” I promise.
Slowly, I skim my fingers down between our bodies to reach between her legs, pressing on her bundle of nerves again, making her moan.
After a while, she experimentally shifts her hips and I freeze, gauging her reaction. The knot between her brows is gone and her eyes are hooded as she looks up at me with need. Cautiously, I roll my hips and her eyes blissfully flutter closed, a small moan coming from the back of her throat.
I thrust into her slowly, in and out, pushing a little deeper each time until she has all of me. I take my time with her, not wanting to fuck her meaninglessly or race to an end, like all the others. I want to make love with her. Kiss, caress, and worship her whole body until we’re both trembling and breathless.
It’s like a dance, the way my hips roll against hers and the way her tongue brushes against mine. I’ve been with plenty of women, but none of them will ever compare to her. To the girl who stole my heart without even trying. Who took my breath away at first glance, whose smile could light up a whole room, whose heart could love mine completely. She’s smart, beautiful, and kind. She single-handedly has all the power to break me, to drive me to my knees if she wants.
No one will ever compare to her.
I feel her walls tighten around me, my name mixed with pleas of release falling from her lips, telling me she’s close. I drive into her slowly, languorously, hitting that spot that makes her thrash beneath me every time.
She sobs, her back arching off the bed as her arms and legs wrap around me. I pick up the pace, thrusting into her harder, faster, and she shatters beneath me, her body shaking with the force of the orgasm that tears through her.
Her walls squeeze and flutter around me, sending me over the edge. I release, her name the only thing rolling off my tongue.
I collapse on top of her, breathing heavily, sweat coating my skin. My lips find her neck, placing kisses as we both come down from our high, trying to catch our breath. She wraps her arms around me, her hands running up and down my back before her fingers settle at the hair on the back of my neck, playing with the short strands.
“Stay,” I plead, the word falling from my lips, even though I have no right to ask. I don’t deserve it, especially after so many girls have asked the same of me and I’ve refused, walking out and leaving right after with zero remorse.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she promises, kissing the top of my head.
When we both catch our breath, I crawl off of her and discard the condom in the trash can. On my way back to the bed, I grab a towel to clean both of us up before crawling back into bed and wrapping my arms around her.
Her head rests on my chest right over my thumping heart, her fingers absentmindedly tracing a lazy pattern along my skin. I watch her fingers graze my chest, swirling around the two scarred cigarette burns placed there long ago.
I grab her wrist, bringing her hand to my mouth where I kiss her palm and the pad of each of her fingers.
Leaning over, she places two delicate kisses on the tiny scarred-over tissues, her big eyes looking up at me through her lashes after, making me a whole new level of fucked.
My throat clogs with emotion when I see her look up at me with so much love in her eyes it hurts. Never have I had someone look at me like that before, make me feel worth something. Unashamed of the scars placed on my body. Understood.
I grab her face and bring her up for a slow, lazy kiss, unable to stop kissing her.
“I love you,” she breathes, melting my heart.
“I love you too.”
God do I love this girl.
Thirty-seven
Jackpot
I wake up to warm lips pressing kisses along my back, a few damp strands of silky hair gliding across my skin. I sigh in contentment, snuggling my face deeper into my pillow.
I focus on her lips as they place several kisses across my back, shoulder blade to shoulder blade, kissing every letter of my tattoo.U-N-K-N-O-W-N.
