Page 12 of Only His

“Don’t tempt me like that,” he said with a teasing wink and a grin while he slunk backward on the bed and started to lay on his stomach. “Or I might just take you up on it.”

“I mean it, you can—oh, fuck!”

The meaning of his words hit me with startling clarity the instant his tongue met my folds. Without thinking, I gripped his hair, tugging him closer even though he clearly had no intention of going anywhere. He settled himself down, occasionally grinding against the bed while I tried to press myself closer to his talented mouth. It wasincredible. I had no words, which was fine because I couldn’t get anything out of my mouth that wasn’t an embarrassingly loud moan or a choked-off gasp.

I couldn’t even guess how much time passed with his face buried between my legs. Everything bled together in a haze of pleasure until the dam finally broke and I cried out his name. My body continued to tremble even after my orgasm ended, not stopping until David had positioned himself above me and brushed back my hair.

“You still with me?”

“Yes,” I whispered, leaning up to kiss him. The taste of myself on his lips made me blush. I pulled away to look him in the eye as I said, “I love you.”

“I’ll never get tired of hearing that,” he said with a low, rumbling chuckle. “I love you, too, baby.”

The insistent press of his length against my core reminded me that we weren’t finished yet, so I opened my legs further to better accommodate him. He reached between us, taking hold of himself and pressing the head right to my entrance before looking up once more for confirmation. I nodded, watching his facial expressions intently while he looked down and slowly began to push.

Thankfully, there was no pain. There was some discomfort, yes, but the overwhelming agony that was whispered about in the girls’ locker room didn’t seem to apply to me. Maybe David prepared me better than the other girls’ partners had, or maybe I just loved him so much that I was able to overlook it. Either way, I was grateful that I was able to keep my eyes open to watch his expression change to one of ecstasy as he worked his way into me.

We were both breathing heavily by the time he made it all the way in and stilled. He reached between our bodies, gently caressing my clit and making me moan while he leaned his forehead against mine and took in several shaky breaths.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he panted. “Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah, I-I’m good. I’mso good,” I moaned when he increased the pressure and sped up. “Ohh, that’s—that’sperfect.”

Or at least Ithoughtit was perfect—until he started to move with slow, deep thrusts that let me feel every inch of him as he dragged himself out and pushed back in. Nowthatwas perfect.

He made love to me like that for what felt like hours. It took a bit for me to find a rhythm, but I eventually started raising my hips to meet him, our bodies moving together like a well-oiled machine. That was when he started to pant in earnest—burying his face in the crook of my neck while his thrusts sped up, becoming choppy and erratic.

“Emily, Emily, Emily,” he chanted in my ear, groaning when I wrapped my legs around his waist and squeezed. “Ah,fuck, I love you. You’remine.”

“I’m close,” I gasped. “Please!I-I need—”

He pulled up enough to put a slight space between us. Without waiting for him to make a move, I snuck a hand down and made quick circles on my clitoris just as he had done. It only took me a few seconds to finish myself off. I writhed beneath him, reveling in the sound of his pleasured groans as he slowly fucked me through my second orgasm.

Only after I came down from my high did he speed up his pace again. After a few quick, hard thrusts, he came to a grinding halt and groaned deep in his chest as a new warmth started spreading through my core. That feeling alone felt almost as good as the sex had. Almost.

I held him in place with my legs, sighing when he wrapped his arms around my back and stayed there, though I could tell he was carefully trying to keep his weight off of me.

“I feel different,” I whispered into the silence of the afterglow. “Everythingfeels different.”

“Everythingisdifferent,” David whispered back. He brushed his lips against my cheek with a satisfied hum. “You’re mine now, and I’m yours.”

A dreamy sigh escaped my lips as I let my lids close.

“I need to remember to thank James.” I felt David bristle and I smiled to myself. “By the way—he told me to tell you to go fuck yourself.”

After a split second of tense silence, David laughed. He rolled onto his back and dragged me with him, burying his face in my hair as he said, “Joke’s on him. You fucked me instead.”

“Things might get bad, you know. With my dad.”

“I know. We’ll deal with it—together.”

Theforeverwent unsaid, but I felt it deep in my bones.

Chapter 7

Epilogue, Part 1

6 months later…

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