Now, if she meant something else…if she meant she wanted me to take her to my bedroom and take off her clothes piece by piece until she laid naked under me and shower her entire body with pleasure, then I would do it with no complaints.
None at all.
“I want…” Her voice came out in a soft whisper. The TV playing nearly drowned it out. “I want you. I want to feel you inside of me.” Bree ran a hand along my cheek, fire igniting anywhere those soft fingertips touched.
A weird way to say it, but then again, I’d long since knew Bree wasn’t normal. Neither was I, but that’s what made us perfect for each other.
Besides, who the hell was normal these days? Normalcy was so overrated. The weird, the strange—that’s what made the world a fun, technicolor place. That’s what made life worth living.
My heart hammered in my chest, and I was slow to pull my hands out from her shirt and her bra. “Are you sure?” I wanted to make one hundred and ten percent sure she was certain about this. I meant it when I said I’d never rush her, never push her to do anything she didn’t want to do. If she wanted to wait, we could wait for as long as she wanted.
If given the choice, of course I’d make love to her, but I wanted her to be sure about it.
“We don’t have to—”
Bree stopped me from saying anything else, lifting her head off the cushion to kiss me. “I’m sure,” she whispered, smiling gently.
I was up in a matter of seconds, pulling her with me. Holding onto her hand, I led us out of the living room and away from the kitchen, my intent to go straight to the bedroom and finally discover what this girl felt like under me, no clothes hindering either of us.
She said, “What about your lasagna?”
I paused, tossing a glance to the kitchen. I thought about turning the oven off or turning down the temperature it was baking at, but in reality, I knew that’d be pointless. Shaking my head, I muttered, “No point. This probably won’t take long.” I said it jokingly, but I also said it truthfully.
Not something I should be proud of, but I’d wanted this girl for so long, imagined it so many times, I knew I’d stick myself in her and pretty much lose it right away. Hands were never as good as the real thing, and I’d never gotten the courage to ask Bree to do it—with either her hands or her mouth. One step at a time, you know?
Yeah, it wouldn’t take long.
I led Bree to my bedroom, positioning us on the side of the bed. My hands found her hips, and I stared into her eyes for a few moments before kissing her again. Bree was not the laid-back, pliant girl she used to be when I kissed her; now, she knew how to kiss back, and the way she burned her passion through me, I knew she was ready. I knew she wanted this just as badly as I did.
Figuring I’d go first, I broke our lip lock to tug off my shirt. Once I did, Bree’s hands roamed my chest and my stomach. Out of the two of us, Calum had more muscles than me, but I was still flat, and when I flexed, you could see two tiny abs just below my belly button…
I was getting off track.
Bree took her hands off me to grab her shirt and hoist it over her head, exposing her stomach and her bra, her breasts still snug beneath the fabric. I could see her hands shaking a bit, so I moved to hold them, meeting her eyes as I said, “Let me.”
She nodded, and I went to work taking off the rest of my clothes, stopping at my boxers, then hers. Once we stood in our underwear, I pulled us toward my bed, throwing back the sheets so we could crawl under. I figured she’d be more comfortable under there, especially since this was her first time.
Her first time. Shit. I needed to be gentle. I needed to make sure it felt as good for her as it did for me—and I knew, without a doubt, it’d feel amazing for me.
I kissed her again, my body pinning hers down under the sheets. I knew her heart raced—mine did, too—but I wanted to do my best to calm her down. That’s why I didn’t go after her bra or her underwear right away, why my boxers stayed on even though I had a raging hard-on beneath them. Until I was absolutely sure Bree was ready, I wouldn’t take anything else off.
But then my little angel murmured against my lips, “I’m ready.”
“Hold on,” I whispered, crawling out of bed to retrieve the new box of condoms from my nightstand. Had to dig my nail in it to open it—took a while, too, so I had to toss her a grin and shrug, wordlessly apologizing for my ineptness. Sex wouldn’t be like that, I swore.
When I finally got a condom out, I dropped the box on the floor and set it on the empty space on the pillow beside her head. I slipped out of my boxers before climbing back in, my erection finally freed.
Her eyes traveled along me, focusing on the appendage that would be inside her soon enough. Bree bit her lower lip, and I felt a twinge of need in my dick. I crawled back under the covers, my hands helping her out of her bra and her panties, and I tossed them aside, landing them on the floor with all the other discarded clothes.
I kissed her, running my hands along her body free and unobstructed. Her breathing was already hard, as was mine; I couldn’t imagine how rough it would be once we were in the heat of things. I played with her nipples, tweaking and pinching, because I knew she liked that. And then, and then I moved downward, curving my hand along with her body and touching a place on her I’d never touched before.
The sweet, slick folds of skin near her entrance. The slit that was already a bit wet, waiting for me.
I brought some of the wetness up to her clit, rubbing small, gentle circles around it, applying just a bit of pressure to it to make her squirm. She liked that too, apparently, for her eyelids fluttered shut and she let out the breathiest moan I’d ever heard escape from her lungs.
God, she was beautiful. She was everything and more I could’ve ever wanted, and I was about to have her, to make her mine in the deepest, most physical way possible.
I couldn’t wait.
I reached for the condom once I’d rubbed her for a few minutes, caused her body to flare in heat and writhe in bliss, tearing into the wrapper with my teeth and hurrying to roll the rubber on. After tossing the wrapper aside, I lifted myself up, gently taking hold of her thighs and spreading her legs before me.
She looked amazing, and I bet she’d feel even more amazing once I was inside her.
Our eyes met, and I positioned myself at her entrance, not once breaking that eye contact as I slowly pushed into her, inch by inch. If she told me to stop, I’d have to pull out. I knew that, and that’s why I paid extra special attention to her. I wanted to make this feel good for her.
Bree’s eyes slammed shut as I filled her, her eyebrows furrowing as she let out a moan. I couldn’t tell if it was a moan of pain or pleasure, but she didn’t tell me to stop, didn’t reach for me to stop me.
I filled her as much as I could, letting out a hard breath as I felt her tight inner walls around my dick. God, there were no words for this, none at all. Leaning back down, I wrapped my arms around her before I began to thrust, my lips showering her neck with kisses as I pumped into her. Her body took mine without a problem, and since her lips were right by my ears, I heard every single sound she made.
It was glorious.
“I love you,” I murmured against her skin, needing to say it. “I’m never letting you go.” I meant it, one hundred percent. This girl…she was mine, and if I had a say in it, she’d always be in my life.