Page 41 of Eat Your Heart Out
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Ali
I tossed my shorts and shirt and flipped the light off. He let his clothes join mine on the ground, but he turned the lights back on. My muscles tensed as I realized he would see every inch of me without even a bathing suit, but when I met his gaze, he stared at me with desire. I let out a sigh. The light could stay on.
I walked him to the bed. Panties were in the way for what I wanted. I needed to know if we made any sense and if I could handle a man like him.
The way he stared at me, though, made me believe he liked what he saw, just as I was. His muscles and perfect body weren’t what made him special. It was because he was, well, him.
His lips met mine, and we kissed. I held on to him. And the way he held me sent sparks up and down my body.
As the kiss ended, he said, “Trust me.”
My body pulsed. Trust wasn’t something I gave to anyone, but he made me feel wonderful and important. I gulped. “I want to.”
Then he kissed me again. I met his lips with more fervor. His calm and steady demeanor was one of his best qualities. He never pushed or acted passive-aggressive or angry with me. His perfection made me want to be better.
He held me close and whispered in my ear, “Tell me what you want, Ali.”
I sat back, naked, with my legs curled around his waist, and I met his gaze. My heart beat wildly. “I want… to believe I can… with you.”
The word “sex” didn’t fit my desire quite right. My skin burned for him, but there was more to the intense desire rushing through my veins.
The ship rocked, and I prayed we wouldn’t be interrupted again.
He kissed me like that satisfied him. Steam rushed through me. My nipples hardened as my breasts swelled. He brushed against my pussy, and I sighed. Last time, he’d made me orgasm just from his damn hand.
It felt like we were falling for each other. I tensed, and he stopped touching me. I batted my eyelashes and met his stare. For one second, I was ready to run, but I had nowhere to go. I knew it was my fear that caused my stomach to twist.
He said, “We can stop and do something else.”
No. It was my nerves. I swallowed my fear and kissed his cheek. “Thank you, but I don’t want to stop.”
Then I led his fingers back to me. I took a deep breath as he touched me. I was sensitive yet alive. He strummed my center, and my muscles tensed, sending spasms to my toes.
My body heated. I lost sight of everything as my eyes rolled backward. He smelled like the sea and salvation, and he tasted better than chocolate melting on the tongue. My heart thumped as I wondered if any of my life with him might be real. Then I lost the ability to think at all as my orgasm came quickly.
Damn.
I lay back as my body followed instructions, but just as I started to realize he was real, his tongue found my core. When his tongue touched my clit, I rocketed into a second orgasm.
Fuck.
My entire body tingled with desire. When his mouth moved up my body, kissing my scars on the way, I let out a sigh. I was closer to him than I had been with anyone else, and maybe that was why I felt so safe in his bed. And why I couldn’t say the word “sex,” as what we were doing was so much more than that.
He found my nipples, and my body arched to give him all of me. I trusted him more than I had anyone else in years. I curled my hands in his hair to offer whatever he wanted from me. He had my heart. I froze at the thought. I didn’t have a right to have a heart. My mom died because of me.
He stopped. “What’s wrong?”
A small laugh escaped my throat. “You’re too perfect.”
He shook his head.
I cupped his face. “Whatever this is between us doesn’t feel simple.”
He nodded. A shiver rushed through me. He let me go, and I realized I needed to get myself together, fast. I swallowed hard. My heart thundered, but I grabbed his dick. I needed to know if we fit. I needed him inside me. I kissed him everywhere. He was the hottest man I’d ever met.
I guided him to my entrance, but he stopped. My eyes widened with the pain of rejection, but I calmed as he unwrapped a condom. I let out a small laugh. My injuries were extensive, and I doubted I could ever have children. I had no idea where he’d gotten the rubber, and I didn’t care right then. Once again, he was taking care of me.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
I wrapped my legs around him and nodded. Then he entered me. I was lost entirely in an abyss where only he and I existed.
