I open my eyes and find him watching my face, his eyes hazy and his jaw slack.
“It sounds so good to hear you say that. I need you too, Paige. So much.”
He presses over my clit, and I moan. I don’t want to be teased anymore, and he seems to get the message. He yanks my thong to the side, and I don’t even have time to take a breath before he’s slid two fingers all the way inside me.
I cry out as my back arches and lightning streaks across my vision. I mumble something incoherent and rock against him as he starts to thrust. He makes a sound that’s close to a growl and picks up the pace. When the thumb of his other hand starts stroking my clit, I have to twist my head and bite down on the pillow.
No one has ever made me feel like this. I’ve neverletanyone make me feel like this, but I don’t want him to stop. He has me so far gone there’s a part of me that thinks I’d die if he stopped.
I need him. I need him. I need him.
I start feeling a pressure building in me, one that gets stronger with every stroke of his thumb and thrust of his fingers. He’s going to have me tipping over the edge any second now, but I want more of him first.
“Youssef,” I gasp as he makes my back arch again. I push myself up so I’m sitting and crush his mouth to mine.
My fingers fumble for the buttons of his shirt, and we break from kissing just long enough for him to whip his tie off and help me with the rest of the buttons. I run my hand up the bare strip of his chest that’s revealed, and he groans.
“Shirt,” I mutter as I start tugging it down his shoulders. “Off. Now.”
He lets out a breathless laugh and nods at my chest. “Dress. Off. Now.”
He flings his shirt across the room, and I turn so my back is to him. “I need help with the zipper.”
He leans in close and brushes my hair to the side. I can feel his breath on my neck, and I can tell he’s trying to be all seductive about it, but I really just want us to be naked as soon as possible. He zips the fastener down a few inches, and I jump to my feet before he can stop me, unzipping it all the way and letting the dress fall to the floor.
His jaw drops as I step out of it and glance down at his pants. “Those too.”
I can already see how hard he is, and I feel a twitch between my legs as I trace the outline of his cock with my eyes. He gets to his feet on the other side of the bed, and I hold my breath as he slides his belt off and then steps out of his pants. It’s just me in my bra and thong and him in some tight boxer briefs now.
His chest is solid and smooth, rising and falling with his heavy breaths. I want my tongue all over his skin. Still, we hesitate. I’ve had sex with a handful of guys, but it was never like this. All that shit about ‘giving yourself’ to someone or being ‘joined in the closest way possible’ never seemed anywhere close to what I was doing before. This is different. There’s no hiding here. He has all of me laid out in front of him, and he’s handing himself over too.
I won’t hurt you.
I close my eyes and listen to him say it again in my head a few times. When I open them, he’s come around to my side of the bed. He puts his hands on the bare skin of my waist, and I shiver.
“Come here.” He pulls me closer so we’re chest to chest and folds me into a hug. I curl my head under his chin and let his body warm me as our breathing syncs up.
He breathes out. I breathe in.
“I’m sorry it took us so long to get here,” he murmurs into my hair, “but you were worth every second of the wait.”
I understand; this moment should have been ours a long time ago, but in a way, it means so much more now. We wouldn’t be who we are without that wait.
“So were you,” I say. I can feel his heartbeat against my cheek. “I would have waited even longer. I didn’t even realize I was waiting until I saw you again.”
He tightens his grip on me. “I feel the same.”
I lean back enough to kiss him again. It starts off slow and sweet, but it doesn’t take us long to remember we’re almost naked. He’s still hard, and I can feel the length of him pressing against my thigh. I start grinding against him, and he moans into my mouth.
“Mmm,” I mumble when we break apart again. I’m drunk on the taste of him. “Could you take my bra off? Arm, you know.”
He gives me a hazy smile and spins me around so he can undo the clasp.
“When I cut that shirt off you before you got in the shower...” he mutters into my ear. “You have no idea what that did to me.”
My bra slides forward after he snaps the clasp open, and he tugs it down my arms for me. Once it hits the floor, he pulls my back to his chest and starts kneading my breasts with his hands. I sigh and lean into him, whimpering when he starts to flick my nipples with his thumbs.
“I need to taste you,” he says before nipping my neck.
