Page 86 of Those Two Words

Perhaps it is possible.

He pulls back and peers down at me, like he’s searching for something. I wonder what he sees when he looks at me. What does he think? What does he want? Why does he want me?

Can he see what this moment means to me? How much he means to me?

“I have always loved your freckles.” He places one final kiss on the bridge of my nose. At his words, I realize he wasn’t just kissing my face, he was kissing each freckle. My heart propels in my chest at the sweet gesture, but when he murmurs his next words so softly and with a hint of nervousness I thought only I carried, my heart might need jump-starting.

“Can I make love to you, Johanna?”

This moment is different.

We’ve been waiting for the pendulum to stop swinging so we can finally settle. Settle and bathe in the raw need and desire that grows between us with each day, hour, and minute we’re together.

“Please. I’ve waited so long,” I whisper against his lips.

“I know, love. I know.” There’s a sadness in his words that makes my chest ache.

His lips trail my body, leaving hot kisses as he moves lower. One between my breasts, on my ribs, above my belly button. Lower and lower. He places a tender kiss where I’m wet and aching for him. The teasing, gentle kisses are too much and I’m about to beg him to give me more, but before I can speak, a sharp cry leaves me as his tenderness is replaced with carnal need.

Patrick buries his face into my pussy without warning and I bow off the mattress. My hands fall to the top of his head, pushing and pulling his head, the feeling of his tongue is too much and not enough.

He spreads me wider, alternating between long licks to my lips and flicks of his tongue against my clit. It takes almost no time at all before that telltale sign starts low in my belly. My legs tremble, the need to close them so strong, but the firm grip he has stops them.

“Keep these open, baby, don’t hide from me.”

“Patrick. Oh, oh, I’m going to come, oh my go—” The words are ripped from my throat when Patrick sucks my clit into his mouth and my orgasm racks my body.

My entire body shakes with the aftermath of what must be the most intoxicating orgasm of my life. But Patrick doesn’t give me any time to recover, and when he kisses his way up my body and the head of his cock nudges at my entrance, I’m ready for him.

We lock eyes as he enters me, his movements painstakingly slow. His pupils dilate as he works his way in, gliding easily inside with how wet I am. Despite the fullness and small bite of pain, I don’t dare blink, needing to savor all of his reactions, and when he’s seated fully, pelvis kissing mine, we relax.

It’s utter euphoria, even as we lie there motionless, but I need more. I need him or I’ll be convinced this is all a dream.

Gliding my hands up his strong shoulders, muscles quivering at my touch, I dot kisses along the underside of his jaw. “Give me more, Patrick. Give me everything.”

“That’s all I’ve ever wanted to give you.”

Grabbing the backs of my thighs, he pushes my legs toward my chest.

He pulls himself out of me carefully, but I know the slam home won’t be gentle. There’s no controlling my loud cry of pleasure as he snaps his hips forward. Not a second later, and he’s doing it again. And again. And again. Each thrust more punishing than the last. I cling to his shoulders, nails scraping down his spine as my eyes roll back from how deep he’s hitting me. I can hardly catch my breath with how he pistons into me, rotating his hips each time to hit that sweet spot.

Pleasure governs my body. The sounds I make as he takes and takes and takes from my body in the most exquisite way, are like nothing I’ve ever heard.

Patrick buries his face into my neck, panting with each thrust.

This feels different from our first time together. So different from that afternoon in his truck. Both were amazing, but this, this moment is stirring something new between us, something unspoken.

“I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you,” he confesses into my skin.

“I’ve missed you too. So much. I’m-I’m…” I don’t know what I’m trying to say, but his thrusts become frenzied, and he pulls out almost completely to look down at me, a frantic look in his eyes.

“You’re what? Say it, love. Please.” His tone is desperate, and I don’t know if it’s because we’re so close, but before I can respond, he’s slamming back into me, and just as his pelvis grinds into my swollen clit, already so sensitive from my earlier orgasm, I detonate.

I explode with bliss. Pleasure rolls through me wave after wave.I’m washed with the tide of ecstasy.

All I feel is him.

All I see is him.

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