Page 59 of I Choose You

“I want this as much as you do,” I murmur.

Content with my answer, his finger moves to my opening, sliding over me and circling. I’m so wet that he grunts and slips a single finger right in. Then, his mouth finds me, and I shriek out in pleasure as he indulges. I’m a buffet of all his favorite things, and he goes to town, filling his plate until it’s covered, then devouring until there’s nothing left.

His tongue swishes back and forth, arousing my clit almost addictively. I arch my back, pushing my hips closer to his face. It’s difficult from this angle, but he gets the message. The stubble on his cheeks scratches me, lashing out on the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, but I welcome it. He licks and laps and sucks, dragging me closer to the edge of the steep cliff he’s tempted me to. I’m two seconds from spreading my wings to fly when he pulls back with an impish grin.

He rubs a hand over his hard, swollen bulge, then moves to feel between my legs. “I want to know what you taste like right after you cum so fucking bad, but it’ll have to wait.” He shoves his boxers down and his dick springs free, bouncing in the space between our bare bodies. My lower belly grows tight with eagerness as I stare.

“You’re going to finish with me inside you,” he declares, pulling my eyes back to his.

I swipe my tongue along my bottom lip and watch as he prepares. My breasts feel heavy and full, my nipples hardening from him looking at me. If only my need were as noticeable as his, he’d find my core begging to be fed just the same.

He moves a hand over himself, sliding from his shaft to the tip while he admires my body. “You’re so fucking sexy. Beautiful, too. Every part of you. Your head, your heart…” He slides a finger over his glistening head and tugs once. “Your body.” He tosses his head back in pleasure before approaching. “I can’t hold out any longer. I want to appreciate your body, Mackenzie, but I need your tight, wet,” he nudges the tip of his dick against me and growls, “pussy wrapped around me.”

Initially, I’m stunned to hear his arousal spew out in such a vulgar way, but I move past it quickly, enjoying how it caters to the deprived parts of me. Up and down, he moves against me, circling himself over my clit in a way that drives me mad.

His face pales when he readies to push into me, causing him to halt with slumped shoulders. “Shit. I don’t have a condom.” His announcement, however, doesn’t stop him from rubbing over me again.

“And I’m not on the pill,” I tell him, my stomach sinking.

“You’re not?”

“I stopped before we graduated. I didn’t see the need—oh, God, keep doing that—I didn’t see the need if I wasn’t with someone.”

“I can pull out if you’re okay with that?”

I nod quickly, not wanting to wait. It’s almost like I’ve waited for this moment for centuries without knowing. I reach out, my hand flattening on his arm to tug him closer. A smirk covers his lips before he pushes into me, and my entire world rocks upside down.

With closed eyes and a stomach that suddenly doesn’t listen to the rules of gravity, I’m on the salt and pepper shakers at the county fair. Repeatedly, my belly dips and soars, twists and turns. Rather than frightening me, it stirs awake parts of me that have been in hibernation.

I’ve only ever been with two other people, and neither was like this. I mean, Mason is big. The problem—which, honestly, really isn’t one—is that he’s thick. Pleasure and pain entwine into one as he pushes into me, and I stretch for him.

A hand moves to the back of my neck to keep me steady and for him to lock eyes with me. A very primal desire moves through him when the breaths that fall from our parted lips mingle.

When his entire length is in, he presses a kiss to my cheek, pulls out once, then dips back in. “Jesus Christ, you’re strangling me.”

Ever so slowly, he picks up movement, sliding in and out for me to coat him with the same sexual appetite that poured from me on the paintball field, only this time it’s not his finger that’s benefiting.

His movements are effortless. I’m a well-oiled machine, slick and ready to go.

He reaches out, rubbing circles against my clit. My head rests on the cabinet above the sink, bumping into it as he moves faster and thrusts harder. The container of vitamin K lotion falls off the side of the sink and clatters to the floor.

I succumb to the reality of my best friend coaxing an orgasm from me. From deep within, he pleasures me in a way I would have never thought possible. We’re bypassing boundaries, removing the caution tape we have on our friendship. This is where we’re meant to be. Just like this, moving to a rhythm that brings us together and answers our deepest desires.

A cry fills the bathroom when he rubs me to oblivion. It helps with him pumping in and out of me like he is. Each time he fills me, he hits this delicate part that drives me to the brink of wanting to jump over the cliff, climb back up, and jump again.

“Feel good?”

My reply comes out in the form of a breathy whisper. “The best. Please don’t stop. Please.”

He drives into me deeper and grins. “I never would have pegged you for the begging type.” Pressing a kiss to my cheek, he says, “I like it.”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

“You don’t need to beg, Kenz, because—believe me—I want to give you everything I have and more.” He thrusts into me hard when he says everything and more, pushing me over the edge. Then, at the last second, he pulls out of me. One of his hands falls to the mirror beside my head for support. The other glides over his hardened length. Two pumps and a grunt, and he finishes.

The musky air blends with the steaminess from the shower. Until we come down from our high, our breaths are racy. He opens the cabinet door below my legs to grab a wash rag. Quietly, he cleans his mess off me, then pulls his boxers and slacks back on. I hop off the counter to wrap my towel back in place, and he pulls me against him. With his chest pressing against my back, he tucks the corner of the towel between my skin and the terrycloth, my head still in the clouds and my body weak but soothingly light.

“I brought takeout home. Your favorite. Get dressed and eat with me.”

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