Until Harry(52)

My heart almost burst with love for him; his consideration for me meant everything.

“I want this,” I assured him. “Trust me.”

“My Lane,” he whispered as he rubbed his nose against mine.

I could smell the whisky on his breath, and the urge for me to taste his lips again consumed me. I reached up and gripped onto his biceps. “Please, don’t stop.”

Kale looked down at me, his eyes clouded with lust. “Is this real?” he whispered, and lifted his hand. He touched my cheek with his index finger to make sure I was really there with him. I nodded as my eyes welled up with tears. “Yeah, pup. It’s real.”

He began to tremble. “Is . . . is this okay with you?” he asked, and shakily pressed himself between my legs.

I began to tremble too, but with anticipation.

“Yes,” I whispered and opened my legs wider. “This . . . this is what I want. You are what I want, what I’ve always wanted.”

I couldn’t believe I’d admitted that out loud.

“Lane,” he whispered again, and leaned his face down to mine. “Can I have you?”

My heart warmed, and my stomach exploded into a mess of fluttering butterflies. “All of me,” I murmured. “You have all of me.”

You always have, a voice in my head whispered.

With a groan, Kale ran his fingers down my slit until he felt how ready I was for him, and then he lined himself up with my entrance, and just before he thrust forward, he whispered, “I’m sorry.”

I didn’t know what he was apologising for until I felt a sharp pain tear through me as he embedded himself within my body. I gasped, squeezed my eyes shut and clenched my hands into fists. I tried to breathe through the sudden hurt, but I wasn’t expecting it to sting as much as it did.

“Jesus Christ,” Kale breathed and leaned his face down to mine. He let his lips hover above my mouth for a few seconds before I gently pressed against them. I parted my lips and nervously slid my tongue into Kale’s mouth, tangling it with his. This was the first time I had initiated a kiss with him, and I was so worried I would mess it up, but thankfully he took control of it, and I quite happily followed his lead.

I was thankful for the kiss because it distracted me from the pain between my legs, which stung with Kale’s every thrust. I was about to throw in the towel, when I suddenly groaned into his mouth and the sting began to lessen, and the aching pulse from before began to take over my senses.

Yes, I thought as the pain I felt faded away and pleasure mounted.

I moved my mouth in sync with Kale’s and ground my pelvis upward when the kiss, and friction of Kale’s thrust, caused the growing throb between my legs to intensify.

I locked my ankles around the back of his knees, and gripped onto his shoulders as he put some of his weight down on me. He removed his mouth from mine and brought his lips to my jaw, where he trailed kisses down my jawline and onto my neck.

“You feel . . . Fuck.”

He sounded like he was in bliss.

I wanted to reply, but I was ticklish and he was breathing on and kissing my neck, so I was squeamishly trying to pull away from his lips as they pressed against my skin. I was about to tell him to stop, but what left my mouth was a loud groan. He sucked on my neck harder, and the sensation caused my back to arch and goosebumps to break out over my body.

“Oh, God,” I panted, and rolled my eyes shut as an orgasm consumed me and slammed into my body like a train. I felt my eyes roll back as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled over me until I was nothing but sensation.

Kale growled against my neck when I came down from my high, and then pulled up off me. “Lane . . . I can’t wait.”

I opened my eyes and I saw him. All of him. And I loved what and who I saw.

“So don’t,” I urged him.

His gaze locked on me, and there was something different about it. I felt incredibly beautiful in that moment and knew I would remember for the rest of my life the look of need in Kale’s eyes for me.

Not want. Need.

“I don’t have a condom, but I’ll pull out. I promise.”

A condom. I didn’t even think about a condom. My mother’s “talk” last year reflected in my mind. She made me swear never to have intercourse without protection, but Kale’s promise was protection enough for me. I trusted him in every way possible.

“I trust you.”

Kale shuddered. “I – God, I’ve wanted this for so long with you.”

He had? My eyes bugged out of my head, but I managed to keep my cool.

“Me too,” I replied, my heart going into overdrive against my chest. “I’ve always wanted you.”

Kale closed his eyes and hummed in response. I gasped as he pulled out of me and used the head of his length to rub over my pulsing bundle of nerves. I was about to ask him to do it again, but he seemed to know what I wanted, because he did it without direction.