Page 81 of Crimson Love

I’m the one to break our kiss this time and gasp. “Please. Don’t stop.”

He adds a third finger, thrusting inside me and stretching me. I know what he’s trying to do, but it’s not what I want. And since I’ve had his cock in my hand, I know what I want.

He has me pinned to the bed, otherwise I’d move against him.

“I’m close,” I say as our breaths mingle as one. “Don’t stop.”

He presses his lips to the corner of my mouth. “I won’t stop. And I will never control you.”

It’s like those words alone are what I needed. My body and my heart sing at the sound of those words.

I will never control you.

His movements become faster as he pumps me with his fingers until he pushes me over the edge. All I hear are our breaths and my beating heart when stars fill my vision. I tip my head back as my orgasm washes over me. I come and come and come. It’s a beautiful thing because it’s only Jett and me. The rest of the world has dissolved into thin air.

When I finally come down from my high, I lose his body heat. A drawer opens and shuts as I’m trying to catch my breath. I turn my head to the side and see him standing next to the bed rolling a condom down his cock. He climbs back over me and stares into my eyes. “You’re sure?”

“Stop asking me that. I’m so ready—ready to take my life back. Do you know what’s weird?”

“Weird at this moment? I’m afraid to ask.”

I slide closer to him. “It’s weird that when I’m with you, especially when we’re like this, I’m not sad that I lost six years. Without that, I wouldn’t be here with you. And make no mistake. I want this to be you more than anything.”

He crawls over me again and hitches one of my knees in the crook of his elbow and looks into my eyes. “Haven’t even had you yet, but I want you so bad, the desire to take you bare rages within me.”

I feel his tip flirt with my sex, and all thoughts of bare and birth control and consequences fly out of my brain. All I can think about is him.

Finally.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

He brushes my cheek with his thumb. “Baby.”

“Thank you for giving me my control back.”

He leans down to press his lips to mine, and that’s when it happens.

Jett doesn’t go slow or ease into me.

He takes me in one firm thrust.

I gasp.

Jett squeezes his eyes shut. He looks like he’s in pain. The only move he makes is to press into me farther, but he doesn’t pull out. His breaths are tight as he gives me time to adjust.

I need it.

My body molds to every inch of his. I dig my fingers into his thick, dark hair and hang on. I don’t know what I expected, but nothing hurts. In fact, everything feels so good.

He pulls out halfway before pushing back in. He does this over and over, slowly at first. The sensation is new and beautiful. When I hike my legs farther up his sides for more of him, I feel and hear his groan everywhere, inside and out.

He looks into my eyes and starts to really move. I wrap a leg around his waist to hold on. Our bare bodies are covered in a sheen of sweat, and now I know what sex smells like.

Jett and me...

Us.

I’m overcome. I’ve never been a part of an us. For as long as I can remember, it’s been me against the world.