Page 30 of Hard To Love

The emotion in his eyes reached inside of me to a place that had been empty, but now suddenly felt full. “I have never been more sure of anything in my life.”

He lowered his head, lightly brushing his lips against mine before deepening the kiss. He slowly began to ease himself inside of me causing me to squeeze my eyes shut until he was all the way in. He was bigger than I was used to, and I welcomed every inch of him.

The ache between my legs was growing. “Please,” I rasped out, begging him for more because what he was doing was torture. He was being gentle but I didn’t want gentle. I wanted to feel him, all of him. Almost immediately, he plunged deeper inside me repeating the stroke, picking up the pace with each thrust. Yes! That is what I needed, to feel him let go.

“You feel amazing, Emily,” he grunted. The heat of his words only caused the pressure to keep building with each thrust.

His movements became slower, more controlled and deliberate. My breathing had quickened as our hearts raced against each other. “Please don’t stop, I’m so close.”

His gaze locked onto mine as he took both of my hands and forcefully pinned them over my head. The urge to have him buried deeper inside of me was overwhelming, and his mouth swallowed my every whimper and cry along with the oxygen I needed to breathe.

“I want you to look at me. I want to see your face.” The tight muscles on his arms were bulging as he slammed his length into me, picking up speed. He was fast and restless and I loved every second of it. With every deep push, he was claiming me, filling me and I couldn’t get enough. He released my hands and they found their way to his shoulders. His muscles tightened beneath my fingertips letting me know that he was close.

He dragged his hands down to my clit and pressed hard. I could feel my legs buckle with the sensation of what he was doing to me, and it pushed me over the edge. “This body is mine. Do you understand me? You’re mine.”

The pressure was too much, I was shaking and on the verge of exploding. Every nerve in my body sparked with electricity. He continued to grind against me and I felt my muscles coil as my orgasm ripped through me. I wanted to cry with relief as I felt the heat leave my body as itpulsed around him.

He cursed a few words out, threw his head back, and slammed his eyes shut as he thrust one last time, then released himself inside of me. His movements become softer as he tenderly buried his face in my neck. Relaxing on top of me, he brought his mouth to mine and kissed me softly letting his lips linger for a while.

We both laid there trying to get our breathing back to normal until he finally had the strength to roll off me so he could clean up.

A few minutes later, I felt him slide back into the bed. He placed his body behind mine, and wrapped his arms around me, so I could look into his eyes.

“Was that okay for you?” I asked, then tried to bury my head in my shoulder to hide from embarrassment.

He laughed as he straightened his arms and inclined his body over the top of me. “What kind of question is that?” he asked, planting a small kiss on my temple.

My fingertips grazed the side of his cheek as my eyes tried to find a place to land. Nervously I confessed, “You obviously have more experience than I do. I just want to make sure it was good enough for you.”

In a quick and sudden move, he collapsed on top of me. “You were amazing. You’re perfect.”

His comment caused me to blush while my fingers played with my hair trying to quell my insecurities.

“Have you no idea how beautiful and sexy you are?” He asked running his hands along my jaw.

I didn’t want him to see my self-doubt. For some season, I didn’t feel worthy of him and I was afraid if he looked too deep into our relationship he would decide that we didn’t belong together. His fingers trailed along my bottom lip and I knew it was too late because he could see what I was thinking.

My eyes drifted back towards his when he said, “I’m going to change that doubt into confidence. I want you to see what I see. You are so damned perfect.” He hesitated, his eyes slowly dragging across my face. “I also want to make sure there is no misunderstanding. Now that I’ve had you, there will be no one else for either of us. I don’t play games, and I won’t tolerate lying. As long as you understand what this is, we’re good. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

His eyes bored into mine waiting for an answer. I tried not to blink, because I was afraid it would break our connection. “I understand.”

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