He carefully placed me down on the mattress, breathing heavily against my mouth. “Touch me too, Sara. Don’t be scared.” The ache in his voice had me shivering all over again. “Relax and you’ll enjoy it, but you have to do what you want and take what you need so we both get pleasure from this. Don’t be embarrassed.”
He read me like a book, and my stiff bones instantly relaxed beneath him. Just let go and enjoy yourself, I repeated this mantra ten times before it finally settled in. And then like a fiend I kissed him roughly, letting the desire steer me through it. I moved my hands up and down his back, stroking his hard skin while I trailed my tongue against his. He groaned loudly in my mouth and pushed his tongue into mine, devouring me with a greediness that made me ache all over.
This was, hands down, the best make out session of my life. He was fucking my mouth with his, and I reciprocated the greed and took what I could, tasting his tongue and biting his lower lip. We were saturated in the wetness of our tongues and breathing heavily. His hands roamed up and down my body until I was well accustomed to the feel of being touched like this.
I spread my legs wide and pulled back from our kiss to stare into the endless blue depths of his eyes. Fully aware of my intentions, I felt his hand brush lightly at the folds of my core, and I whimpered in pleasure at the briefest flicker of his fingers at my clit. Then I was aware of the thick dip of flesh lightly pushing at my entrance.
“Are you sure about this?” he shakily asked.
I stroked his sweaty face and kissed his lips softly before pushing my hips up as an answer. Resting his forehead against mine, he looked down at himself slowly entering me. I gazed down in wonder, unsure how to cope with the strange and foreign feeling of his tip pushing into me. I was so small next to him, and the way I stretched to try and accommodate his thickness made me uncertain it could even be done.
“Look at me,” he whispered, and when I did, he gently nuzzled his nose against mine and kissed me lightly with a hand cupped at my cheek.
It was hugely intense staring into his eyes as he joined himself slowly, inch after inch until I sucked in my breath at a sharp pain. He paused and distracted my pain by kissing me, licking my tongue with his as he pushed again. The pain skyrocketed into a sharpness that had me biting feverishly at his lip. I wasn’t aware my arms were so tightly wrapped around his waist until I felt soreness in my forearms. Then he pushed again and instantly slipped in, going and going, and then stopping when he hit the end of my channel.
“Shh, it’s okay,” he whispered into my ear.
I don’t know how long we were like that, joined to the root, but the longer time had passed by, the more at ease my body felt at being filled. The pain had died off and was more like a pinch, but I was beyond aroused now that he was fully inside of me, stretching me with a growing thickness that felt so damn good.
Holy shit, I wanted to start moving again. I pushed my hips into him, groaning lightly at the friction against my clit. He slowly moved out of me, and then back in. Retreating and advancing with caution; time was on our side because he took so long adjusting me to the sensation of his arousal until I was absorbed in him with a waking need to go faster.
I would forever look back at this moment and know with certainty that he was making love to me. It wasn’t all lust and all passion; he was giving me all of him, surrendering a part of his soul he’d unknowingly reserved. We knew each other with such depth, it had only been a matter of time for a union like this, and now we had a lifetime to explore each other’s bodies with an equal depth.
“Are you feeling okay?” he asked me.
“Yes,” I quivered, moving my hands over his ass, willing him to continue faster.
“Are you in pain?”
“No.” There was still that pinch of pain, but it was dulling and easily forgettable.
“Does it feel good?”
“Yes.” Oh, yes, it did.
He groaned in my mouth, moving quicker by the second, holding me so tightly against him like he couldn’t get close enough. “I fucking love you, Sara,” he moaned, panting wildly against my neck as he continued to drive himself into me. “You’re mine. I want you to be mine. I need you.”
I couldn’t respond, too lost in my own pleasure, but I felt my heart explode at his words. They had me clutching his ass harder, concentrating on the friction and the build-up of pleasure.
“So beautiful, so tight, so fucking perfect.” He sucked my neck, moving even faster. “Are you close?”
Soon he wouldn’t have to ask me that. He would know by the hitch of my breath, by the gasp that escaped my lips, by the shivering of my body, and by the tightening of my hold of him, when I was close.
When I reached my peak, I cried out in pleasure, and he swallowed the sounds with his mouth over mine and followed with his own orgasm, gripping me so tightly around the thighs, I knew I’d bruise there by morning.
He didn’t move out of me straight away. He waited until our breathing returned to normal, and then he moved to my side and brought my back into his chest, spooning me with a tight hold on my waist. I was hazy and exhausted, but my senses were all too aware of everything around us: the sounds of crickets outside, the gentle feeling of wind pushing through the window screen, the sweaty slippery feel of our bodies entwined, and the smell of our session so palpable in the air it was inescapable.
“How was that for you?” he asked me sometime later.
“Perfect,” I sleepily answered.
“I love you, Sara. I want you. Have wanted you for a long time.”
I turned over so that I could see him. He was looking right at me, seriousness engrained in the features of his beautifully masculine face. “I love you, Jaxon. I think I always have.”
He kissed me on the forehead and nestled his chin on the roof of my head. “Yeah, I think I have too. This was inevitable.”
“But Jaxon,” I paused as uncertainty gripped me.
“Yeah?”
“How much do you want to make this work?”
“More than anything in this world.”
“Enough to stop you breaking the law?”
“Yes,” he replied hastily.
I pulled away and looked up at his all too serious gaze, and raised my eyebrows skeptically. “You answered that way too quickly, Jaxon. At least think it through.”
“Nothing to think through, Sara. I’ll do anything to have you. Besides, I knew that’s what you’d want, and I’m completely okay with it. I’ve made enough money to tide us over for a good while, find us a good place to live in Winthrop close to your school; don’t worry about it, I’m going to take care of you and I don’t care if I have to scrub toilets in the process.” He kissed me and brought my head to his chest as he settled his back to the mattress. “I promise, Sara. Everything will be fine.”
How could I not believe it when I felt like my life was flawless nestled into him like this? He was amazing, and this beautiful man was willing to change for me. I knew there would be problems because what relationship doesn’t have them? I knew he would be difficult, but I didn’t take into consideration just how hard I might be on him. And I was completely oblivious of the darkness that loomed inside of me; a darkness that would follow me and wait for the perfect moment to strike and destroy everything I held dear.