The Arrangement Anthology 1(168)

Sean pulls me from my downward spiral of thoughts. He touches my cheek and leans in, kissing me softly. I close my eyes and decide to lose myself in his arms one last time. There’s no point in holding back, is there? He already knows how I feel about him, it’s not like holding back will hide anything.

The thoughts slip from my mind as his mouth drifts over my cheek and down my neck. He presses his hot lips to my skin over and over again, each time softer than that last. The gentle kisses make my eyelids flutter closed. I sigh, contented, and thread my fingers through his hair. Each kiss is perfect and teasing.

Sean lingers, slowly working his way from one side of my neck to the other. I tilt my head back, rolling it to the side, as the kisses become longer. He finds the spot at the base of my neck that makes me melt. Brushing his lips against my skin, Sean teases me before pressing his mouth harder against my skin, increasing the pressure. His tongue sweeps over that spot and every single rational thought flies from my mind.

A moan escapes from me after a moment and my knees give out. I slip against his hard chest, but Sean doesn’t stop. He holds me tightly against him, kissing the spot harder and more passionately. I shudder in his arms as a myriad of sensations shoot through me.

Since I’ve been with him, I learned there are a few, very small, highly sensitive spots on my body and when they’re touched the right way, it’s euphoric bliss. Sean works the spot with his tongue, never stopping, pressing harder. My eyelids feel so heavy, but the rest of my body feels light and tingly. Part of me wants to hold on, to remain aware of my surroundings, to be coherent and careful.

Sean senses my apprehension. He lifts his lips from my neck and whispers in my ear, “Let go, Avery.”

“I can’t…” My voice is barely there. It catches in the back of my throat before it comes out. I want to let go, I want to—I just can’t. Out of all the things we’ve done, he’s not been like this before. I’m breathing so hard.

“You can. Trust me, baby. I’ll take care of you. Let go, let everything else fade away.” As Sean speaks, his voice becomes deeper and more unguarded.

He presses his lips lightly to that spot again, and I keep thinking that this will be the last time. There won’t be more Sean. There won’t be another chance to lie in each other’s arms and make love. At the same time, the idea of losing myself in him—of completely giving myself over to him—scares me. Fear holds me back.

It’s several moments before Sean speaks again. “I love you, Avery. I always will…” He doesn’t say anything else. He doesn’t pressure me to let go, to lose control. He continues to kiss me, softly, as my mind reels.

I want this. The words echo over and over again. His words, and then his lips, push me over the edge of reason. Something inside of me, the part of my mind that so desperately tries to keep me in one piece, disappears and I’m left alone with Sean.

Desire courses through me, swirling in my stomach, and then shooting between my legs. I dig my nails into his shirt, wishing it wasn’t there. My head tips back and I moan his name.

Sean presses me into the wall, using his body to hold me in place. My fingers play with his hair, as Sean dips his head and trails kisses from neck to my breast. I’m saying things, things that sound too carnal to be coming from my mouth, urging him on. Sean pushes the strap of my bra down and frees my tender flesh. My nipples are taut, craving contact with his lips, but he doesn’t do that. Instead, he touches me gently, moving his hand over my breast before rubbing his thumb over my nipple. I suck in air and slam back into the wall.

Everything feels more intense than usual. Each place his fingers touch flames to life. My hips buck against his as Sean crushes me into the wall. I can feel how much he wants me through his slacks. I wish he’d take them off. I lick my lips, thinking about taking him in mouth, about tasting him.

While my eyes are closed and my mind is lost in lust, Sean takes my breast in his mouth. The response is instant and I can’t remain silent. I gasp, saying his name as my stomach flips, and take his head between my hands. Tangling my fingers in his dark hair, I hold him there against me, urging him to suck, lick, and taste me—to do anything and everything he wants. Waves of lust swirl inside of me, filling my body, until I’m consumed by them. They demand things, and urge me on, making me say things I’d never say in the light of day.

But things are different here, with him, now. There’s a connection between us, like we were made for each other. I feel it, something within me calls to him, wants him, and needs him. It’s like his name was written on my soul and he belongs to me, and in this moment he does. In this moment, Sean is mine.