Page 224 of Flipping His Script
When his thumbs finally brushed that special spot, I gave a soft moan and let my eyelids flutter shut.
His voice drifted over me like a warm caress. "You know what I'm gonna do, don't you?"
My mouth felt almost too tingly to speak. "What?"
"I'm gonna make you mine." As he said it, he slid a warm finger inside of me, soon followed by another.
I whimpered in mindless bliss.Oh, I was his, all right.Probably, I'd been his for longer than either of us knew. Breathlessly, I said, "I know."
"No," he said. "You don't. Not yet. But you will."
As he talked, his fingers stroked me like I'd never been stroked before. Inside and out, I wasn't even sure how he did it. I just knew that it felt achingly good.
I gazed up at him and whispered, "I want you."
With a smile in his voice, he replied, "I know."
I stifled a giggle. "Hey—"
"But not as much as youwill."
"What doesthatmean?"
But soon, he showed me. His fingers kept on moving, teasing and coaxing, bringing me just to the cliff and then back again. He kept me there on the edge longer than I might've thought possible, and soon I was a quivering, breathless mess.
In a blissful haze, I recalled the scene from the movie. Through most of it, his character had been almost fully clothed, and so had she. But he'd played her like a violin, making her want him so bad she was practically crying.
Now, I knew how exactly she felt, because if I didn't have him, like this instant, I was pretty sure I'd die of longing. There was only one problem. I was loving what he was doing far too much to object.
He was driving me crazy. And I was loving every second of it.
Just when I thought I couldn’t stand it another minute, he reached for the button of his pants.
I made a move to push myself up. "Here, let me."
But he shook his head. "Not a chance."
"But why?"
"Because I want you just the way you are."
And I wanted him, any way I could get him.
When he slid down his pants and freed himself from their constraints, I sucked in a nervous breath. He was massively hard and even larger than he'd been in my fantasies.
And that was saying something.
He yanked me further down on the bed until my pelvis was right at the edge, and then, after one long moment of anticipation, he entered me, slowly at first, and then with a certainty that felt like heaven on earth.
A breathless moan escaped my lips, and just like that, I shuddered with a long, quivering release. "Oh, my God.Yes." Suddenly, I felt nearly too limp to move, too sated, too happy. And best of all, it wasn't even over.
Sounding nearly breathless himself, he replied, "I know." His hands cupped my ass, keeping me steady as he filled me nearly to the breaking point over and over until I shuddered yet again. This time, he shuddered with me, telling me yet again that I was his, andonlyhis.
And I was.
But the night was far from over. After that first time, we undressed each other slowly and showered together in his huge bathroom suite. Afterward, we went downstairs where he had our long-delayed dinner, microwaved, but ten times more delicious when flavored with the happiness I felt deep in stomach and down to my toes.
We made love again afterward, this time slowly and gently. It was so different from the first time, but just as amazing in its own tender way.
I fell asleep in his arms, wondering if it was all just a dream. If so, I decided, I never wanted to wake up, because some things were simply too sweet for this world.
And this was one of them.
