Page 71 of Waiting to Love You

“Are you ready to stop running from me?” I groan as she pushes gently on my chest, and I fall back onto the bed.

She swings her legs over mine before lowering herself and straddling my lap. I swipe my thumb across her cheek, her skin feeling like silk beneath my calloused fingers. I stare into her eyes, committing this moment to memory.

“I love you, Seth. With every part of my being,” she murmurs, as she grips the base of my neck, pulling me closer to her. Our lips brush gently against each other, and I groan.

I rest my head against hers, closing my eyes tightly as I fight for control. My mind and body are at war with each other as the magnitude of her words sinks in. A possessiveness unlike any other rages through my mind as the desire to claim her, mark her as my own, becomes almost overwhelming.

“Fuck,” I growl, nuzzling my face into her neck and nipping at the sensitive flesh below her ear. “Say it again.”

“I love you, Seth. Now, make me yours.” Unable to resist her allure any longer, I lean forward and capture her lips, pulling her body flush against me. Her body presses against mine, her nipples brushing against the fabric of my shirt as her hips rock back and forth against me.

My fingertips dig into her skin, holding her flush against me in fear that she’ll push me away. Not that I’d ever let her, not after everything we’ve been through. We’ve fought hard for this chance to be together.

Electricity pulses in my veins, turning into a burning need as one of her hands slips beneath my shirt. Her fingernails scratch across my skin, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine before she places her hand above my heart. The heat of her palm against my skin brings a moan from my mouth.

“Seth, I need you.” The wantonness in her voice caresses my skin, making goose bumps pebble on my flesh. “Love me in a way only you can,” she mutters against my lips before pressing them against mine more forcefully.

I quickly flip us over, laying her down on the pillowy surface before standing back to my full height. I quickly shed my clothes before joining her again on the bed. I snake my hands up her body, gripping her breast hard through her shirt.

She mews in pleasure as she sits up, grinding herself against my knee, her juices seeping into my pants. As soon as her shirt and bra are off, I attack her breast, sucking hard on her nipple. A sweet taste enters my mouth, and I pull back slightly.

“Breast milk,” she mumbles as she tries to cover herself up.

I grasp both of her wrists and pin them at her sides. “The most delicious thing I have ever tasted.”

Bristol pants softly as I take her nipples into my mouth once again, nibbling gently on the pebbled nubs. Now I understand why she had the large wet spot on her shirt the night she stayed at my place.

“Drool, huh?” I chuckle as she gasps in pleasure, unable to say anything else, and I use my free hand to reach into the yoga pants she is wearing.

“Off,” I command as I slide off the bed once again and watch as she shimmies out of her pants and tosses them to the side. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Please,” she begs, the tips of my fingers brushing against the fine hairs covering her clit. She rocks into my palm as she reaches down to grab my cock.

“Patience,” I hiss, pinching her clit between my fingers. Bristol’s back arches off the bed as I slide one finger inside her, gently pulling it out before slowly sliding it back in. My eyes remain focused on hers as she teeters on the edge of an orgasm. I can feel our hearts pounding in unison as if they have finally found each other again after all these years.

“Tell me what you want,” I demand.

“You. Just you.” She whimpers as I pull my fingers from inside her and slide between her legs. I nip at her flesh, slide my hand into her hair, and capture her lips once again, nibbling before sweeping my tongue into her mouth. Gripping her leg tightly, I lift it up near my waist and slide my cock between her folds. Her juices help my shaft glide back and forth, bumping her clit with the head with each pass.

My chest rises and falls quickly as I thrust forward, my cock sliding deeper with each pass. Bristol’s mouth latches onto my shoulder, biting down hard as she moans. Her arms wrap around my neck, her nails digging into my back, anchoring herself to me as she pulls her body flush against mine. Her clit grinds against me, causing my legs to tremble. My hips rock back and forth in time with my movements, both of us desperate to come.

“That’s it. Take what’s yours,” I whisper into her ear before pulling the lobe into my mouth and biting down on it.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” I grind out, my thrusts becoming more erratic, losing the smooth glide I once had. “I need you to get there, baby. Come all over my cock,” I growl as my balls tighten, ready to release.

“I’m close,” she whines.

I slide my hand between us and rub her clit, and her pussy tightens around me like a vise grip. My mind can no longer process words, only actions. The arousal racing through my body is climbing towards an impossible end. Higher and higher, clenching so hard around the intrusion that’s controlling every aspect of my life in this moment.

“Fuck!” I roar, slamming into her only twice more before spilling my seed deep inside her. My muscles twitch from the strain as I slow my pace, pumping in and out of her as I draw out her orgasm. Her body quivers slightly as I roll to the slide and slide out of her with a groan.

Bristol lays her head gently on my chest as I pull the covers up and over us. My lungs can’t pull in enough air. I can barely hear anything over the sound of my heart pounding in my ears, but I am acutely aware of her. “I’ve been waiting my entire life for you,” I whisper into the darkness, pulling her tightly against me just as my stomach rumbles.

“I guess we should go have some dinner.” Bristol giggles as she tries to wiggle out of my arms.

“Thank God for microwaves,” I say, before pressing a kiss to her shoulder and releasing her. I throw my legs over the side of the bed and grab my boxers. “I plan on having you for dessert. No need for too many clothes.”

I toss Bristol my T-shirt, and she shakes her head at me but pulls it over her head and saunters out of the room.

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