Page 69 of I Choose You

Not enough. Hell, I doubted I’d ever get enough.

Before my pants fell to my ankles, I urged her to lower herself with me. In my arms again, she held on tight as I carried her to my jacket. Our kisses didn’t slow, each wet, hot touch sliding to the next.

Once she was mostly on the jacket, her hair splayed in the grass, she reached for me. Her fingers tortured me, her grip just right and her pace fast. I tugged her dress down, revealing her other breast, and I gave it the same attention as I had the first.

I rucked up her dress, grinning at the convenience she’d considered when she put it on. No panties to deal with. I stroked my finger up and down, gathered up the juices she’d leaked. If she’d worn any underwear, they would have been soaked. My finger slid in easily, and I growled into her mouth as I thrust my finger into her pussy.

She was hot and tight. So wet and ready.

Nothing held me back from lining up the tip of my dick to her. “Fuck.”

“Yes.” She lifted her hips toward me. “Now.”

“No condom,” I said before she kissed me hard.

Her shoulders slid beneath me in a shrug. “On the pill.”

I planted my lips over hers, savoring her. “I’m clean.”

“Me too.” This time, when she jerked up, the head of my cock bumped her entrance. “Ohhh.”

I’d never forget the expression of desperate longing on her gorgeous features. Framing her face, I pulled her lower lip between mine and nipped.

“Look at me.”

She blinked her eyes open and locked her trusting, lusty gaze on me.

I slammed into her in one hard thrust.

Her mouth opened, and I covered whatever loud noise she was about to make with my mouth.

She was perfection. Hot and tight, gripping my dick like a slippery glove. I drove into her. Long strokes in hard, quick succession. I was lost to the moment, too carried away with the need to have her to slow down and gauge how she wanted it.

It seemed she was on par. Her leg hooked around mine. She gripped my hair and sucked my tongue into her mouth. Greedy and impatient. There was no chance for anything slow and tender, and I was all for it.

My orgasm built too fast—so intense. I couldn’t. Not yet. I refused to let go until she’d found her release first. I pounded into her harder, and she widened her legs more. Both of her slender, sexy legs draped on either side of me. As I reached my hand back to wedge my arm under her knee, I knocked into her heels.

Those sexy fucking shoes. Sitting-down shoes. No. Fucked-in-the-grass shoes. I dragged my hand from the heel to her knee, pushing her leg up for another angle.

“Yes.” She panted faster between our kisses, and it spurred me on to pump faster.

I felt the first waves of her orgasm as she tightened around my dick.

“Kaden!”

I came. She did too, crying out my name. To hear that sweet voice like that?

I groaned, spearing deep into her as my knees shook against the ground. Her thighs quivered as she milked me dry.

Fuck.

“What the fuck was that?” she got out between hard breaths.

I sighed, dropping my head to her shoulder as I braced my weight off her. She had to give me a minute to recover.

“I think—” She shot out another large exhale. “I think you broke me.” Her fingers dropped to my back, one hand holding me to her. She flopped her other arm to the ground.

I chuckled slightly. It was all the energy I had to do.