Page 62 of Juniper Unraveling

He nods and dips his head to kiss me.

“I don’t want us to stop this time.”

Every night we’ve explored each other, pleasured one another, but I want the ultimate connection with Six. I want to feel what it’s like to be one entity, so deeply connected with him, and vulnerable at the same time. I want to lose control with him, to feel the sweat and the power of him, the electricity moving inside of me, the way it does when he merely touches me. I want our bodies to move in sync, to communicate on a level that doesn’t require words.

I want to steal a piece of his soul that I can carry with me forever.

Propping his body up from mine, he frowns down at me.

“I want you to show me how much you love me. Will you do that?”

A flicker of something flashes behind his eyes, and I’d give anything to know what thoughts are churning in his mind.

The upturn of his brows tells me he’s worried, and when his gaze strays from mine, I tip my head to guide his eyes back to me.

“If it hurts, I’ll tell you to stop. Please, Six?”

He glances away, the conflict clear on his face, but he nods.

The moment he releases my hands, I push my shorts down, kicking them off and tug my shirt over my head.

Six pushes back onto his knees, his eyes widening, as I lay back on the blanket, raising my arms over my head in shameless offering. As many times as he’s seen me naked now, I’ll never tire of his expression, as if it’s the first every time.

Keeping his eyes on me, he slowly unfastens his jeans, standing up to push them to his ankles before punting them away, and tosses his shirt somewhere off to the side. The chiseled dips in his stomach and arms form deep grooves, shadowed by the muscles across his body.

My eyes trail down to his penis, which stands up from his palm as he strokes his shaft.

A nervous twinge beats through my muscles, the surface of my skin tingling with anticipation. As I spread my legs, he falls to his knees, settling himself between my thighs, and I close my eyes.

His lips create a reverent path from my navel to my neck, until he slants his mouth over mine. Like some kind of ritual, he performs this way every time we partake in something sexual, as if asking forgiveness for what he’s about to do.

He backs himself down the path of phantom kisses still lingering on my skin. Lips clamp to my nipple, and I let out a moan, clenching my teeth with the intense waves of lust beating through me. I reach down and massage the top of his head with one hand, while the other clasps to a tight fist.

Over the sounds of his suckling is a light desert breeze ruffling the leaves above me, while I float on clouds of bliss. A quiet moan slips past my lips, and I remember we’re alone out here. Just the two of us.

Six moves to my other breast, and a second moan vibrates my chest, arriving louder than before, loud enough for him to pause his suckling for a moment.

His tip presses against my entrance, and my body turns rigid.

I open my eyes and find Six staring down at me, his intense gaze silently asking permission.

Swimming in the wash of excitement is an undertow of fear that pulls at my stomach, but I nod. There’s no one else I trust more than Six, and I want him to be my first.

His body sets into motion, rocking into me, slow and gentle, only the tip of him breaching the place his fingers have been.

Shaky breaths beat against my cheek as he trembles in my arms.

“It’s okay, Six,” I whisper.

The slow prodding of his tip creates a slick wetness, and he drives forward again, pushing himself inside of me.

I cry out, banding my arms around his shoulders, and tip my head back.

Pressure hits my womb, as he fills me, sliding back and forth across my tight walls. More juices slick his thrusts. For every sting of pain, is a chasing wash of pleasure, ebbing and flowing inside of me.

The throaty whine that blasts out of me doesn’t sound human, at all. It sounds like an animal being torn from the inside out.

The familiar caress of his tongue, dancing across my nipple, echoes our nights of innocent exploration, tamping down the painful bite as he stretches me with every drive of his hips. It grounds me. Draws me into him, when my body wants to rebel against this new invasion.