If heaven has a sound, this must be it.
Sol’s large body covers mine, pinning me to the bed as his hips roll, creating a friction between us. My hands are moving, touching him everywhere, unable to get enough. Sinewy muscles, broad chest, chiseled jaw, his back, his arms. My fingers finally have the freedom they’ve been craving, and nothing’s going to stop them.
I grab the edge of his T-shirt and yank it up, up, up, but his arms are in my way and his hands are consuming every part of me with firm touches, leaving imprints on my skin.
“Take this off,” I order him.
He sits up on his haunches, grabs the edge of the T-shirt, and pulls it over his head, then throws it on the floor. His shorts and boxers get the same treatment. Then he’s kneeling in front of me, looking glorious. My eyes trail down his shoulders, his chest, down to the fine line of hair on his lower stomach. And finally, his hard length.
He glances down at himself, then shyly at me, his cheeks flushing red. “I—um . . . well, is it okay? I mean—you know.”
“It’s beautiful,” I say quickly, hoping to ease the discomfort so clear on his face. “I’ve never . . . seen one before, so—”
His eyes widen, hopeful. “You never, you know, saw—” He coughs nervously. “Gavin or whatever?”
I shake my head, biting my lips to keep from smiling. He’s so cute. “We mostly just kissed and never wandered anywhere below the waist.”
The awkwardness disappears, and he smiles, and dear Lord, what a beautiful smile.
“Your turn.” There’s a tremor in his voice that wasn’t there before as he leans forward and pulls me up so I’m sitting instead of lying flat on my back.
He settles behind me, and the sensation is alluring. I lift my arms as he pushes my blouse over my head. Then he throws it on the floor. He unhooks my bra, and it joins the rest of our clothes. His lips trace my spine, and his warm breath feathers my skin. I groan when his hands move to my butt and lift me, then proceed to remove my skirt. He turns me around, and I fall on my back, eager and nervous as he sits back. His eyes take me in, pausing for several seconds when they reach the space between my legs. When he meets my gaze again, his blue one is like the night sky.
He crawls up my body, and his tongue begins exploring me, my neck, my shoulders. He murmurs, “Sweet,” takes my nipple into his mouth, and growls deep in his throat as he sucks on it gently. You’d think with him being so big, he’d be clumsy and awkward, but he knows how to work his body.
“Shit,” he says, burying his face into the crook of my neck. “I can’t . . . we can’t do this.”
“What? Why?” The latter comes out on a shaky breath. I can’t believe this is happening.
“Because I don’t have condoms. You could get pregnant and—”
“I’m on the pill,” I say, relief pouring into me. “And we’re both virgins.”
His head snaps up, and his eyes blink as if he’s trying to clear the fog in his brain.
He flashes me a grin then, lifting his upper body. “Thank God. I was about to run into Ivan’s room and turn the whole place upside down.”
He leans down, pressing his lips between my breasts, before raising his head and trailing shaky fingers down my stomach. They stop at my navel, circling once, twice, before moving down to my hips. His breathing picks up as they trace my skin there. My legs tense when his index finger soothes a path between my thighs. He lowers his head, and his mouth follows the same path his hand did. I’m sucking in air, shivering. His lips reach my navel, and my entire body feels like it’s coming apart at the seams. My back arches off the bed as my body chases his teasing mouth.
I jolt upright when his warm breath tickles the skin between my thighs. “Wh-what are you doing?” I whisper or moan, I’m not sure. I feel him everywhere—his scent in my lungs, his touch in my bones, his thudding heartbeat in rhythm with mine as if we share one.
“I don’t know,” he answers in a husky voice. “Your body is my only guide. And right now, it’s telling me you love what I’m doing to you.”
My fingers sink into his hair and tug him up. “Come up here and kiss me.”
He lifts his head and meets my gaze, that mischievous look I love so much shining in his eyes.
“You don’t like it?” There’s uncertainty in his voice, however.
“Oh, God. I do so much but—”
“Good.” The confidence is back. His strong fingers grasp my thighs, and he parts my legs gently. “Lie back, Gracie.”
I flop back on the mattress and cover my eyes with my arm. His head disappears between my legs. I feel a sharp bite on my inner thigh, and my gasp turns into a low moan when his tongue comes out to caress the skin, soothing the pain away. He murmurs under his breath as his nose touches the apex of my sex, and he groans deeply, the vibrations making my thighs shake.
“Please, Sol. I can’t—I want you.”
“You have me.”
“No, no. I want you up here. Your mouth on mine and you, you inside me.”
He presses another wet kiss on my inner thigh before shifting. He crawls back up my body, his hands brushing everywhere along the way. When he’s hovering above me, his arms planted on either side of my face, he lowers his head and brushes his lips against mine.
“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice cracking with need.
I nod, licking my lips. My entire body is buzzing with want, burning with need. “Yes.”
He looks down at the space between us and bites his bottom lip as he aligns himself with my entrance. Then he looks up and cups my face in his hands. “Promise me you’ll never forget this, Gracie.”
“I promise,” I say, tears building in my eyes. I want to cry, and I promised myself I wouldn’t, but this moment, this moment feels infinite. Like nothing can come between us.
I run my thumb down her cheeks, gently swiping away the tear running down her soft skin. The look in her eyes, the naked want, is thrilling, but the tears coursing down her cheeks confuse me.
“You okay?” I ask, the tip of my dick only half an inch away from her heat. “We don’t have to do this.”
“I’m okay! Really,” she counters, flinging her arms around my neck to hold me in place. “I’m just—this is a big deal. Plus, it’s you, Sol. You.” She smiles and kisses my mouth softly before dropping her head back on the pillow. “Love me,” she says breathlessly. “Make me yours.”
I don’t need any more encouragement. I let go of her face and intertwine my fingers with hers. Slowly, I ease myself inside her, watching her watching me. Her eyes widen, and she winces, then cries out. I stop, jaw clenched, breathing hard.
“I’m so sorry,” I whisper.
She feels so good, like coming home. And I wait, watching her body loosen as she relaxes, adjusting to me. I forge ahead, more careful than before, and when I’m fully inside her, we both exhale. If I could swear without inflicting God’s wrath, I would because being this deep inside her means I can feel the brisk beating of her heart everywhere, and mine is galloping in perfect synchronicity. I thought I knew what love was when I blurted out the words back in July.