Page 88 of Hate It with You

His mouth is back on my clit as he finishes his sentence. His deep voice sends me over the edge as my fists grip my comforter, finding some way to hold on to reality as my orgasm overtakes me. My back arches off the bed, but Alex holds my hips still, lapping up every inch of my pleasure as I ride the wave he’s sent me on.

As I come down, I lay back on the bed, catching my breath as he leans over me. He wipes my remaining arousal from his bottom lip with his thumb, the sight alone threatening to throw me over the edge again.

Before I can grab onto him, he’s taking off his pants, setting his cock free in a way that has me sitting up. From this angle, I’m perfectly aligned to…

“Oh fuck, baby.” He breathes out when I sit up and take him into my mouth, unable to hold back any longer from tasting him again. The shock in his voice causes me to moan my pleasure around his cock at the feeling of catching him off guard. Knowing that I have the same effect on him that he has on me.

My blood floods with excitement when he threads his hands through my hair, though I’m filled with disappointment when he pulls out of my mouth instead of driving himself deeper.

The disappointment must show on my face because he looks down at me, taking his cock into his hand as his grip tightens on my hair.

He brushes the head of his cock against my lips as I lap up his precum, greedily taking what I can get from him. When I try to take him into my mouth again, he stops me. “If I let you suck my cock right now, there’s no way I’ll last.”

I look up at him through my lashes, unable to take any more foreplay and in desperate need of anything he’s willing to give me.

“I need you closer,” I beg, but he’s already grabbing me by my waist, throwing me higher onto the bed as he climbs on top of me. Lining himself up with my entrance, he kisses me passionately, our tongues colliding as my hands explore every inch of him that I can reach.

I gasp as he begins pushing himself into me, his size something I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to. He pauses every inch to let me adjust as he plants kisses along my neck, one of his hands reaching up to my breast to pinch my nipple as he continues his painfully slow movements.

Not able to take anymore of his slow movements, I wrap my leg around his waist, pulling him all the way inside me. He groans at the feeling, the sound sending another pleasurable rush of heat to my core.

It doesn’t take him long to start moving, pulling out only to thrust back into me. Though this isn’t like before. Our bodies are tangled. One of his arms wraps around my waist, supporting my back from underneath me as his other hand squeezes my breast and he trails kisses any place his lips can reach. Our legs are entwined, doing everything we can to close any distance between our bodies.

He pulls out slowly, only to drive back into me with a force that sends a wave of pleasure through my body. His movements are controlled and calculated, threatening to send me over the edge in a way I’ve never been sent before.

My vision blurs, water pooling in the corners of my eyes. As he plants kisses on my sternum, driving himself into me, my worries wash away, replaced by the safety of the man currently in my presence. My final wall breaks down with the man I love.

“Tell me, again.” The words escape my lips in a whisper. When he looks up at me, stalling deep inside me, I know he’s heard every word.

He moves his arm from beneath me, placing his hand on my bicep. His fingers trail down my arm as he encircles my wrist, bringing my hand to his lips as he kisses the inside of my palm and then the inside of my wrist.

He looks at me as he interlaces his fingers with mine, bringing our hands down to the bed beside my head as he lowers himself onto me again. He pulls out of me only to grab my thighs to lift my legs so he can drive into me even deeper than before.

Leaning down, he barely grazes my lips as he looks into my eyes. “I love you,” he says before his lips touch mine again. A tear slips free when he says the words, my hand tightening around his.

Overcome with love, my heart swells as I grip him harder, moving my legs up even further so he can drive himself deeper into me.

“Again,” I whisper against his lips as he continues to kiss me.

“I love you.” He pulls back, driving into me again.

Another tear slips free and he removes his lips from mine, kissing away the salty liquid from my cheeks.

A smile overtakes me as I tell him, “Again.” my orgasm building in my spine, not needing much to send me over the edge. I can tell by his breathing that he’s close too.

He unlocks our hands, snaking both of his arms beneath me as he holds me close. He continues to kiss away my tears as he drives deeper and harder into me.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” Each time he says it, he punctuates his words with another thrust, never getting deep enough as though our bodies will never be satisfied until our souls are tied to one another for eternity.

He kisses me again, pulling back to say against my lips, this time without my asking, “I love you, Beth.”

I come undone as he does the same. His grip on me becomes punishing as he holds on to me as I scream his name into the night air.

I’m so close, so close to saying it back, yet the words don’t leave my lips.

As we come down, my tears transition from something happy and blissful to disappointment with myself.

He’s still inside me, our legs intertwined again as he watches me, our breathing regulating as tears continue to fall onto my cheeks.