Page 71 of Stay for Me
I guide her to the ground, knowing that, to really explore her, I need to be free to move when and where I want. The sun isn’t fully up yet, but the light it casts around us makes her look ethereal. Her dark red hair shines, and I swear, if I could paint, this is what I would immortalize on my wall.
I lean down, wanting to kiss her, wishing I never had to stop. My hand moves down her body, kneading her breasts, and then I slide down, my lips trailing a path to where my hands are. I lick around her nipple as her fingers glide through my hair.
She tastes like heaven and sunshine. I’ll never fucking forget this. No matter what or who comes into my life, Brenna Allen has cemented herself in my head. This is why men write songs and poetry. It’s shit like this. The girls who we shouldn’t touch but who allow us in for a minute. The women who remind us what it’s like to have a heart.
“You’re going to ruin me,” I tell her.
“Believe me, you’re going to destroy me.”
“I don’t know that I care if I destroy you for another man.”
I need more of her. I need all of her.
“Then do your worst,” she challenges.
She should’ve never said that because my worst is going to wreck us both.
I lean back just far enough to pull her pants and underwear down. After I get them off, I pull her knees apart, seeing her arousal clearly. My fingers move to the inside of her legs, and her trembling makes me grin.
Our eyes meet, my heart falters as I say words that I know will change everything. “I’m going to make you mine, sweet girl.”
My lips move to the inside of her knee, trailing wet kisses along her skin. I go higher, my tongue sliding up her thigh, going higher until I get to right where I want to be. Her fingers grip the blanket as her breathing becomes more labored. “Please, Jacob. Please don’t make me wait.”
She gasps and moans as I lick her clit. She’s so responsive that it makes me want to learn every bit of her and drive her to the brink, bring her back down, and do it again. I feast on her, loving her taste and the way her hips move as I find a new spot or motion that makes her feel good.
Her muscles tighten, and I move my tongue faster, sliding against her clit harder, adding pressure as she whispers my name. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt so fucking turned on before. Just the idea of being inside her after I make her come is almost enough to make me blow my load. I’m so fucking hard.
“Oh, God. Jacob. I—I! Oh!” I flick her clit faster, moving my tongue and varying the pressure, needing her to come before I embarrass myself. “Yes!” she screams, and I keep going, loving the incoherent sounds that are coming from her lips.
Once her legs fall limp, I move, climbing up to her, and I can’t resist licking her nipple again. “Well, I’m two for two.”
Her chest heaves as she tries to calm her breathing. “This is a game I’m definitely willing to let you win.”
I don’t know how much longer I can wait to be inside her. “Brenna,” I say softly. “I need... I need to know if you want to stop.”
Her hand reaches up to my cheek, brushing the stubble from yesterday that has grown in. “No, I don’t want you to stop.” She moves her hand between us and rubs my cock. “I know what this is. I’m not going into it with my eyes closed, Jacob. I want this . . . whatever it is for however long we have.”
Now it’s my lungs that draw to get air. “I won’t ever lie.”
“I know.”
“And we can’t tell people.”
The smile is a mix of understanding and disappointment. “I know that too.”
“It’s because . . .”
“I understand. You make me feel beautiful, and you make everything not hurt. I told you, I’m not blind to what we are and what the rules are. Now, the sun is coming up, and I would really like it if you would make love to me.”
I am the luckiest son of a bitch who ever lived. I lean down, kissing her lips, and she pushes my pants down. I kick them off and when I feel her damp heat against my cock, I have to mentally sing a nursery rhyme to stop myself from losing it.
Then it hits me. I don’t fucking have a condom. “Brenna, I don’t have protection.”
Her lips part, and she groans in frustration. “Are you clean?”
I nod. “I get tested every six months, but I haven’t been with anyone in a few years.”
“I’ve only ever been with Luke, and I had an IUD put in about four years ago.”
