Page 62 of The One I Love
“Hey,” she says, tipping my chin up so I’m looking her in the eye. “Talk to me.”
I shake my head, not because I don’t want to talk to her, but because I need to get my head right. “It just hit me.”
“What?”
“That this is happening.”
She smiles that beautiful smile and strokes the side of my face. “Yes, it is.”
Another three words that puts my body at ease. I kiss her one more time before sitting back on my knees, lining myself up to enter her. I slowly push in and nearly scream as I feel her pussy slowly opening for me. Holy fuck, she’s tight. She’s tight and perfect and I was right; this is better than every fantasy.
“Shit, Amelia,” I say, slowly starting to move in and out as she becomes accustomed to me.
“Slow, please, Shane,” she says, her face in a mixture of pleasure and pain. “You feel so good. Just slow…”
I do as she asks. I brace myself over top of her, slowly moving in and out, letting her set the pace. We can stay like this all night for all I care. Her body fused with mine, kissing her skin as she claws at my back? I don’t know what heaven is like, but I’m pretty sure this is damn close.
Amelia slowly starts opening for me, her body urging me to go a little faster. I do my best to read her, trying to anticipate what she needs. The only problem with that is my own head is getting in the way. More specifically, my emotions.
I tried my best to mentally prepare, but I should have known nothing could have braced me for this. I’m suddenly remembering every single time I realized I was in love with Amelia. Junior prom. On the porch the night we kissed. Seeing her the first day I came back to Rolling Hills when I was discharged. The night of the wedding, when everything changed. And those were only the major milestone moments. That’s not counting every little moment, and every little instance, when she made me feel that no other woman wouldever compare to her. And now that we’re here? I was right. No other woman compares. None ever had. None ever will.
“More, Shane.”
Her words bring me back, and I do as she demands. I sit back up, ready to pick up the pace, when she does something that shocks me—she starts playing with her nipples.
Holy fuck, that might be what sends me over the edge. I can’t take my eyes off her as I bring her leg up, allowing me drive into her that much deeper. She throws her head back as she continues to let her hands explore, driving me crazy in a way I don’t think she realizes she’s doing. It’s mesmerizing.
“You’re beautiful,” I say as my speed picks up. “So fucking beautiful.”
She opens her eyes, though I can tell she’s fighting to keep them open as the pleasure rolls through her. I get it. I’m fighting to make this go as long as possible. I never want this night to end.
“Shane…”
“Yes, beautiful?”
“Make me yours.”
That’s the easiest request she’ll ever ask of me.
I bring her other leg over my shoulder, allowing me to go even deeper. She lets out a surprised gasp as I ramp up my pace.
“You’re mine,” I mutter as I keep thrusting in and out. “I’m yours.”
“Yes,” she says as she grips onto each of my arms. “Yours.”
That’s all I need to hear to send me over the edge. Her body spikes up into me, and I know she’s a goner too.
We’re both gasping for air as we come down from the highs. I slowly pull out of her, take off the condom and dispose of it into the trash can next to my bed, and fall to her side. My arms immediately reach for her, bringing her into my body.
“That was…”
Amelia’s words trail off but I don’t say anything. What can I say? There aren’t words in the English dictionary that could describe what we just shared.
So I do the only thing I know to do. I tilt her head up, kiss her with everything I have, and fall asleep with the woman of my dreams in my arms.
Chapter 19
Amelia
