Our hearts race against each other’s as I trace her bottom lip with my thumb and hover my mouth above hers. “Fuck, I want you as mine.”
“Then take me,” she breathes. “I can be yours if you want me to.”
Sitting up, I pull my shirt over my head and toss it down. Her hands slowly roam over my body, caressing my muscles as I reach for my jeans and undo them.
Her touch is gentle and caring as if she’s taking the time to remember this moment forever. Like she’s burning it into her brain for later.
I am too.
My heart is racing so fast and hard that I know she must feel it as I pull her up and strip her of her shirt and bra.
“You’re so beautiful.”
Before I know it, our naked bodies are tangled together and I’m slowly sinking into her under the stars.
Our bodies move slowly this time. Gentle as my bare cock fills her, causing her to moan into my mouth and scratch my back as if she’s more lost in the moment than any other time we’ve had sex.
It may be gentler, but there’s nothing gentle about the emotions that this is bringing out of her. Hell, out of the both of us.
“Oh fuck . . .” I moan out as I move inside of her, feeling her bare. It’s almost too much to handle. “You’re so wet for me, baby. I love feeling you this way.”
Her fingers dig into my back and her legs squeeze my ass as I push in as deep as I can go and stop. “Me too,” she breathes. “Oh my God you feel so good. Keep moving for me.”
This must be what making love feels like. Holy fuck. It’s better than any rough night of sex that I’ve ever had.
I’ll take this every damn night if I can have it with her.
I feel myself getting close to release, so I wrap my hands into her hair and whisper against her lips. “Can I come in you?”
She nods and then kisses me so hard and deep that I know she wants me to just as badly as I want to.
I pull her up so that she’s straddling my lap, my hands tugging at her hair as she rides me slow and deep, until I’m filling her with my come.
A few seconds later, her grip on me tightens as she clenches around my cock, moaning against my mouth as her whole body shakes with pleasure.
“Holy shit, Styx.” She breathes. “I honestly didn’t think that sex with you could get any better . . . but it just did. You’re amazing.”
I kiss her and hold her against me, feeling our hearts beat together.
After we have both caught our breath, I clean us up and then pull the blanket from the back of the couch, covering us up with her in my arms.
Holy shit. I think I’m screwed after this. There’s no way I’m letting another man ever be inside her this way . . .
Meadow
AFTER STYX SHOWED ME AN incredibly amazing night, I fell asleep in his arms, laying under the stars in the gazebo.
It was peaceful and beautiful. Nothing else mattered in that moment except my heart beating against his as he held me to his chest, making it seem that he couldn’t get me close enough.
Going home this morning sucked and truthfully made me wish that we had the whole day free to just lounge around and hold each other.
But he had to go to the gym for most of the afternoon so he dropped me off at home, leaving my whole body aching for his touch, impatient to see him again tonight.
I’ve spent most of my morning now, trying to talk one of the other nurses into covering my shift so that I can make it to his mother’s dinner tonight to repay him for everything he’s done for me.
After two hours on the damn phone and promising Dani that I’ll work a double tomorrow, I’m finally free today.
And I’ve spent every last second since hanging up that phone reliving last night and trying to figure out what is happening between Styx and I.
A month ago if you would’ve asked me if I was ready for a serious relationship, I would’ve said no. I was scared. Terrified of getting used to being with someone and loving them just to possibly end up alone again. I’ve lost too much and the pain is still unbearable at times.
I’m still afraid, but truthfully all I want to do is spend my time with Styx.
I get that Styx doesn’t open up much to others. I get that he’s not typically the romantic, serious relationship type guy, but he makes me feel that for me- he would be. And I love that. It gives me hope that things could be more than I expected.
Mandy has been watching me try on outfits for the last hour now, but I can’t seem to find one that I’m completely satisfied with. What a way to spend her night off.
“The last three outfits looked good. What are you so worried about?” she asks as she watches from her seat on my bed. “He invited you home to meet his mother. From what I’ve heard about this guy, I doubt he cares what you’re wearing. He’ll just be happy to have you there.”