Page 343 of As the Rain Falls
Like.
Me.
Who is she?
Who is this girl who wants this so badly?
I’m not ready for her. I’m not…
“Do I keep going, baby?” his voice is hoarse, palms pausing around my hips.
“Please, don’t stop,” I beg. “I want you so bad.”
A second later I feel him pushing the fabric of my panties to the side in a quick motion.
This.
Yes.
Stop the time.
Stop the world.
Stop every single thing that isn’t me and him.
I lose track of time completely, kissing him, hiding my face against his neck, and pressing my nails against his shoulders. All along, Beckett keeps his mouth close to my ear, whispering the sweetest things I’ve ever heard, driving me to insanity.
The room starts to fill with our noises, mineandhis, and I feel sweat start to gather down my back, making my skin slightly sticky.
I’ve never been wet down there, not without feeling disgusting too, but I’m so wet now that I can hear the noises as he takes his time, presses, and massages every fold.
“I’m going to…” I open my eyes, searching for his. “I need you to…”
More.
“Breathe.”
“Beckett,” I whine, unable to keep myself quiet.
“Breathe for me,” he insists, fingers tracing lower.
The reminder makes me smile. I often forget to do it when I’m around him. Beckett makes me disregard the most obvious thing I need to do to keep on living. It’s unnatural how he reaches the deepest parts of my brain until they all start to malfunction.
“Baby.” He tenses on top of me. “Do I keep going?”
My eyes widen, lips forming an ‘o’ once I realize what’s happening next. I shake my head twice, forcing myself to inhale and exhale. The air comes through my nose and out of my mouth as Beckett dips his finger inside of me.
One, then another.
That makes it two.
He gives me a minute to adjust as my vision instantly blurs. Pleasure washes over me slowly, building up until I’m unable to think, and the tears start falling rapidly. It feels so good to have him inside my body, but the shock still gets to me.
It’s way too delicate.
Way too giving.
Beckett is being so gentle, getting me to finish, talking me through it to keep me right where we are, saying dirty things to make me float on that high.
