Page 56 of Just Like This
“Is there something that maybe you’d like to ask me?” I asked playfully, showing him my hand.
“Nope.”
“No? You just stuck an engagement ring on my finger! Don’t you think you should at least ask me first?”
Garrett tugged me forward and placed my left hand against his heart and left it there as he dipped his head to kiss me lightly and playfully nip at my lips.
“I already know the answer, so why should I ask the question?”
“Tradition?”
“Fuck tradition. You’re mine, and I want the entire world to know it while I’m gone.”
“Oh, I see. You’re not really asking me to marry you. You’re just marking your territory.”
“You’re damn right.” He bent and scooped me into his arms and carried me into the suite’s bedroom. He tossed me onto the giant king bed as if I weighed nothing. Garrett crawled over top of me, supporting his weight with his arms and smiled sweetly. “Happy birthday, Cami.”
“Thank you, Garrett.”
He placed a sweet, chaste kiss on my lips while snaking his hands down my body to the edge of my panties. He ripped them free with one quick tug and a devilishly handsome grin. His fingers dipped between my legs and rubbed light circles across my clit as he continued to shower me with the lightest of kisses. It was such a contradiction that it made me want more of his touch. I lifted my hips to match his strokes, pleading silently for more. One finger dipped inside, and I cried out softly. I wanted more of that.
“It’s your birthday, baby. Your choice. How do you want me tonight? Soft and slow? Fast and rough?”
“I don’t care. I just need you inside me,” I moaned as he added a second finger. He thrust lightly in and out before withdrawing completely.
“I need that too.” Garrett sat back on his heels and fisted his cock, stroking it lightly while eyeing me. What was he waiting for? He smiled knowingly, as if he had some secret, before aligning the crown at my entrance. Slowly, he pushed inside until he filled me completely.
“Yes,” we hissed in unison.
Garrett remained still for a moment. His size was something I still needed to get used to. But this time his stillness wasn’t for the purpose of allowing me to adjust; it was to memorize. His hands traveled the length of my body, and his lips covered every inch of bare flesh he could reach while he remained firmly rooted inside me.
Finally, he slipped a hand behind my knee and pulled it up and back until my knee was practically flush with my chest. He kept a firm hold of my leg as he slowly started his rhythm, in and out, deeper and deeper. He guided my foot to rest on his shoulder which allowed him to become buried impossibly deep inside me. I gasped at the unfamiliar sensations caused by the new angle.
“Too much?” he murmured before lightly kissing my lips.
I shook my head. After a moment of adjusting to this new feeling of fullness, I wanted more. I wanted every inch of him, inside and out. I reached up to place my hands on either side of his face and guide him until our lips met. He still held my leg, pushing himself even deeper as he came forward. I rose awkwardly to meet him, and we kissed briefly before I fell back against the bed.
“Not enough,” I whispered. “It’ll never be enough.”
