My hand’s unsteady, affected by a slight tremor filled with both need and the weight of what’s about to happen. Because this is more than sex. More than fucking.
I’m about to make love to my best friend. To the girl—to the woman—who’s had my heart from the very beginning. She’s always been there for me.
I press inside her a fraction, and when she gasps, I freeze, but she urges me on.
“It just caught me off guard.” Her voice sounds a little hoarse. “The stretchin’.”
“It’ll probably hurt.” I bite my lip with worry because the last thing I want to do is hurt her in any way. Fuck, I’m more nervous now than I was when I lost my virginity with Charlotte. “If you want me to stop, just tell me.”
“I will.”
I sink in farther, and goddamn, she’s so damn tight she’s nearly strangling my dick already. She’s slick and hot, and the way her breath catches, the way her inner muscles clench me tight every time I inch inside farther, has me gritting my teeth, fighting for restraint.
“Hollis.” She gasps, her hands clutching at me, thighs tightening at my waist. With her legs cinched around me, she uses them to tug me closer, and that’s when I surge forward, burying deeper.
Her entire body goes rigid with discomfort and apologies instantly fall from my lips.
“I’m sorry, baby girl.” I sprinkle kisses along her face. “So sorry.”
I try to give her time to adjust, continuing to drop kisses along her jaw and gently graze her earlobe with my teeth. All the while, I whisper to her. I tell her how beautiful she is, how honored I am to be her first, and that I love the feel of her heartbeat against mine.
I love you. These words catch in my throat. Intense emotions barrel through me in their wake, but once they settle, I realize it’s only truth.
After a long moment passes, she finally releases a slow breath. Her hands move to my head, and her fingers sink into my hair, combing it back.
I raise my head, and blue eyes filled with what looks like wonder lock with mine. “I feel so full.” She shifts, and I groan in response, my eyes falling closed on a wince. Then she whispers, “I love the way you feel inside me.”
Fuck me. She has no idea what her words do to me. My cock jerks in response, and she lets out a little moan. I roll my hips tentatively, and when she doesn’t wince but urges me on, I continue with shallow thrusts.
Her palms move to my ass, and I press deeper, fitting my mouth to hers. I taste her, my tongue toying with hers while I thrust, her pussy gripping me with her searing-hot tightness.
I break the kiss but leave my lips barely on hers. “Time for you to ride me, baby girl.”
Without waiting for a response, I roll us over so that she’s on top. I can tell as soon as she lets out a little gasp and, “Oh!” that she feels how much deeper she sinks down over me.
It’s fucking heaven.
I let my palms slide up from her hips to cup the weight of her tits in my hands, and when she arches into my touch, she sinks even deeper. My eyes nearly roll back in my head as lust shoots through my veins, and I struggle to draw in a breath.
She braces her hands on my chest and begins to move, working herself over my cock. Her tits taunt me so much I can’t resist pressing a hand to her back and drawing a nipple into my mouth.
I groan at the sensation of added wetness around my cock. I toy with her nipple, raking my teeth over the hardened tip before suckling it. Shit, I won’t last long if she keeps working her pussy over me like this. While I use my lips, teeth, and tongue on her nipple, my girl starts panting and does something that surprises the hell out of me.
She starts talking.
“Hollis,” she says, her breathing choppy. Gripping her hips, I pull her down while simultaneously giving an upward thrust, and she gasps. “You’re so deep.”
I raise my head to take her mouth again. Then I suck gently on her lower lip before releasing it. “I want you to come all over me.” My voice is rough, gravelly with arousal. Her inner muscles clench me in response.
My attention moves to where our bodies are joined. Every time she moves over me, I catch a glimpse of the shiny slickness coating my dick. I raise my eyes to hers.
“Look at us,” I command. When her eyes follow my focus, her body shudders, but she doesn’t look away. “See how wet you are?” Her eyes flick up to me. “So fuckin’ hot.”
Tangling a hand in the hair at her nape, I guide her mouth to mine in a feverish kiss. When I begin driving upward on her down thrusts, it sets her off. Her movements become frenzied, and the way she moans against my lips has me hovering on the edge.
I slip a hand between us to thumb her clit in circles, and she straightens, silently encouraging me on. When her inner muscles tighten around me, I lock my jaw, vying against the urge to come.
“Come for me, baby girl.” I grit out the words while continuing to work her clit. From her ragged breathing and jerky movements, I can tell that she’s close. “That’s it,” I urge her on, my voice gruff. She feels so fucking good, clenching me tight like a wet, hot fist.
Her head tilts back, and she stiffens on top of me before shudders overtake her. She comes apart and fuck. She’s so goddamn beautiful. Her hair falls down her back with some strands dangling over one bare shoulder, the ends teasing just above one nipple.
When her pussy clamps down on me in a punishing grip, it has me gritting my teeth. My balls tighten near painfully before she lets out a keening cry. “Hollis.”
I roll her over on her back, grip her hips, and drive my cock into her with deep thrusts as she rides out her release. It’s painful as hell to pull out, but once I do, I wrap a fist around my cock, slick from both of us, and with just two glides of my hand, I explode in hot spurts, painting her skin.
Once I finally manage to get my breathing under control and lift my eyes to her, I find her watching me with a satisfied, smug grin. Hair tousled and her mouth reddened from our kisses, this is a sight I want stored in my memory. The tender way she looks at me makes me feel like I can conquer anything with her by my side.
I reach for my discarded T-shirt and carefully clean her. Darting a worried glance up at her, I ask, “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” The slight breathlessness in her voice has the edges of my mouth tipping up.
I toss the shirt aside and reach for the rolled-up sleeping bag I’d carelessly dropped aside earlier. Unrolling it, I drape it over her relaxed body before settling in beside her and tugging her close. The way she curls around me, her leg over the top of my thigh, her cheek against my chest, feels natural.
And as shitty as it might be, I can’t help but compare it to Charlotte. Not because I’m lusting over her—hell, no—but because it never felt like this with her. With Magnolia, it feels like so much more.
I’d never admit it out loud because, hell, even in my head it sounds cheesy, but being with Magnolia like this feels like…home.
Her small hand settles over the center of my chest and I know she feels the erratic tempo of my heartbeat. It’s slowed a little but still thumps rapidly because—
“Hollis?”
I drop a light kiss to the top of her head. “Ma’am?”
A little laugh escapes her, and she shifts to face me with a curious expression. “Why do you do that?”