Page 87 of Do It With Me

My blood was roaring in my ears, my focus narrowed to her and only her. The sweet scent of her shampoo consumed me. The sensation of her soft, naked body against my own was completely captivating. I drank from her lips like she was the elixir of life, only pulling away to open my bed so I could help her into it.

My bedroom was warm, but I didn’t want her to feel a single shred of discomfort. Taking her hand in mine, I led her the last few paces to the bed and climbed into it with her, tucking her close before covering us both with the blankets.

I brushed a lock of hair out of her face before sliding my hand to her neck and gently guiding her lips back to mine. She sighed into my mouth, but I felt her squirming against me and I smiled into the slow kiss, then pulled away with one hand on her cheek and the other on her hip.

Moonlight spilled in through my floor-to-ceiling windows, light from the city below illuminating the space with gold while the moon shone silver. All the way up here on top of the city, with the light ethereal, I sort of wondered if I was dreaming.

This was too good to be true, this woman who was everything I’d ever wanted. Somehow, she even loved me. I could feel it in the way she melted into me, her kisses ardent but reverent, and her moans completely uninhibited.

“What are you thinking?” she whispered, that red hair a curtain around her beautiful face and her expression completely open.

I stroked my thumb across her cheek. “I’m thinking about how much I love you. How lucky I am that you’re mine.”

“Oh, I’m yours now, huh?” A teasing smile touched the corners of her lips. “Okay, fine. You convinced me.”

“That was easy.”

“I have one condition.” She tilted her head, her lips swollen and wet, those green eyes shining with need. “Make love to me.”

I groaned. “That’s not really a hardship, baby.”

“Glad to hear it.” She pressed her mouth to mine, one of her hands sliding up my chest and doing unholy things to me.

After all the women I’d been with, I’d thought I knew what it was to be turned on. I hadn’t known shit. The need I felt whenever she touched me was so much more than physical. It was like this soul-deep ache that made my body beg to fuck, but also to claim. To possess. To do all sorts of shit I never would’ve guessed I could need.

All those urges shot through me now, forcing me to my knees without conscious thought being necessary. I pressed a trail of kisses to her throat and paused at her chest to slide my nose along the curve of her breasts before sucking each of her nipples into my mouth.

She slid her fingers into my hair, she reached for my shirt. I took it off for her but my lips remained on or near her skin. My cock was straining against my fly, doing its best to make my zipper leave permanent indentations, but I didn’t even think about freeing it.

If I did that, there was no way I would ever be able to resist the temptation. I licked, sucked, and kissed a path from her chest to her hips, moving over so my knees were between her legs. The scent of her arousal had always been intoxicating, but it was so much more intense tonight.

I felt drunk as I breathed her in, kissing the insides of her thighs. Groaning, I lowered my face to her pussy. She was already so wet that she was glistening. With her legs spread wide, she was on full display to me and I couldn’t get enough.

I took my time exploring every inch of her with my tongue, tracing her folds while my fingertips danced around her entrance. She squirmed and moaned, her fingernails dragging across my scalp in a way that made me shudder.

I sucked her clit into my mouth.

“Holden,” she whimpered, her entire body tensing around me.

I swirled my tongue around it, utterly addicted to the sweet taste of her and the way she always started sounding a little anxious when she got close, like she actually thought I might stop. There was no fucking way I ever would. Her pleasure was the best thing I’d ever gotten to experience. Making her come was my favorite pastime, my own guilty pleasure.

The muscles in her thighs started trembling. One of my hands fell to her hip, keeping her anchored while I slid two fingers into her tight channel. That was all it took for her to come apart around me. My name was on her lips as she flooded my mouth.

I licked her clean, then slowly kissed a path back up her body when I was done and claimed her lips in a kiss that imprinted itself on my soul. As I lowered myself down on her, I realized my boxer-briefs were damp, my cock officially wet with how much I wanted her, but I still kissed her tenderly while she caught her breath.

She seemed to think I was always calm and in control, but I felt half fucking crazed right now, my body primed to do unspeakable things to her that definitely wouldn’t count as making love. When I felt her hands on my waistband, I sucked in a breath.

“Be gentle with me,” I warned in a harsh whisper. “I⁠—”

“I want you to show me.” Her eyes met mine as she undid the button and slid my zipper down. Within a few seconds, she’d kicked my pants and underwear away, and just the slick heat of her against my rigid cock was almost enough. “Show me how much you want me, Holden. It’s always about me, but tonight, it’s already been about me.”

Repositioning herself underneath me, she tilted her hips up so that the molten heat of her entrance enveloped the tip of my dick. My heart tripped over itself, my teeth grinding. “We need a condom.”

“We don’t,” she whispered, her palms on my cheeks as she held my face, her gaze intent. “I’m on the pill. I have been for a long time. I just didn’t mention it before because⁠—”

“You’re mentioning it now,” I ground out, my eyes slamming shut. “That’s all that matters, Ella. I get it. We weren’t us before. We weren’t solid. We are now.”

“Yeah, we are.” She wiggled a little underneath me, wrapping her legs around my hips and flexing her muscles so that she was pushing me into her.

The last thread of control I’d been clinging to for dear life snapped like a fishing line that had caught a shark instead of a goldfish. I thrust into her as my mouth dropped back to her lips, my kisses as desperate as my movements.

I’d never felt anything like this, the sensation of it all so different without protection and so much more intense than I ever might’ve thought. Shannon hadn’t wanted to risk getting pregnant, so even though I’d been married before, this was entirely new to me.

And I was glad because I wasn’t sure I would have been comfortable letting absolutely anyone else see me so completely vulnerable. It was like I became unhinged, losing myself in somebody else for the very first time ever.

Ellora was with me every step of the way, her kisses sure and her body as hungry as my own. The moonlight, the I-love-yous, and the sensations I was feeling came together in a perfect storm of pleasure.

Everything else in my world disappeared in that moment. I would slay dragons for this girl with my bare hands, eat hot coals, or dance naked in the moonlight. Whatever she wanted, I would do. I would give her everything. Anything.

As long as I got to have her in my arms like she was tonight for the rest of my life, I would give it all up for her. When I felt her walls rippling around me, I didn’t even bother trying to hold back. I just let go, and the best part of it was that she was right there with me.