Page 46 of When It Reins
She giggles at the movement, and I smile at her, never having felt such peace in my life as this moment with her.
Laying her on the bed, I stare down at her, the vision something I have only dreamed of until this moment. Here we finally are. The door walked through and shut behind us.
There is no going back.
I lean forward, placing my lips on her pulse point and kissing down and around her chest, my hand sliding beneath her, unsnapping and slipping the bra off and throwing it over my shoulder.
She laughs at the movement until my mouth closes over her nipple, pulling a gasp from her lips. Her fingers slip into my hair, holding my head down to her chest. I play my fingers down over her sides, eliciting more giggles out of her mouth.
Every movement garners another reaction out of her, and if she doesn’t watch it, this is going to be what I live for.
I kiss my way back up to her mouth, taking her lips with my own and kissing her with every emotion that is pouring through my mind and body right now.
I feel her moving around my pants, trying to push them down. I stand, kicking off my boots and jeans, standing there in just boxers, and then something dawns on me.
“I don’t have protection.” The thought crossed my mind to actually pack something like that when I decided to come, but I didn’t let myself actually do it.
I’m regretting that decision now.
“I do.” Juniper hops up, nearly naked, and flaunting it without a care in the world. She digs around in one of her bags and pulls out a box. A new box.
“You’re a Girl Scout,” I tease, taking the box from her and chuckling at her when she bounces back onto the bed and grins at me.
“I’m on the pill too, but just in case.”
I nod, dragging my boxers down and getting myself situated before crawling back onto the bed with her. I run my hand over the side of her thigh until I reach her panties, and she lifts so I can strip them from her body, sliding them off until she is completely bared to me.
“Mitch.” Her whispered word pulls my attention back to her face, and she smiles softly at me, holding out her arms for me to fold myself into.
I lay down, letting myself be held by her. I hoist her leg up over my hip, angling myself until I’m at her entrance, and let our bodies become one.
She gasps at the feeling, and I wait for her to relax so that I can move. “Mitch.” She moans my name, which makes it hard for me to control myself.
Not that I am lacking control, but every pulse and squeeze from her body is making me wish I could lose it and slam into her.
I would never do that—unless she asked.
“Starling,” I whisper, waiting for her closed eyes to flutter back open and let me see her again. “You’re perfect. Just like I knew you would be.”
My words seem to help her relax, and she pulls me forward with her feet, letting me sink deeper and deeper into her until I nearly disappear in a state of pure bliss.
I move then, letting the scratches of her nails guide me and hold me to her, shifting my body back and forth, and leaning forward to press my lips to her mouth, swallowing her gasps from each thrust.
Watching her chest rise and fall with quicker and quicker breaths, I feel myself edging to the end of what I know will be a time that will be etched into my mind until I take my last and final breath.
“Mitch,” she moans, pulling on my shoulders and moving her hips against mine. I don’t want it to end. I don’t ever want this to end.
I stop and hold her thigh to my body, flipping us until I’m under her, and her beautiful body is above mine, her hair falling around her everywhere as she moves her hips. It gives me a moment to regain control, and I grip her hips, moving her against me, and loving every gasp and breath out of her mouth.
I see the moment her body decides to give in, her eyes flutter shut, and her mouth opens involuntarily. I lean up, using every abdominal muscle I have to pull myself up while staying inside of her. My hand goes to her jaw, and I press my forehead against hers. “Look at me, Starling.”
Her hand goes to my wrist, and she opens her eyes, attaching them to me as she comes undone.
Not long after, my orgasm rips through me, stealing the breath from my lungs. My arms wrap around this woman, holding her to me as we collapse back onto the bed, rolling to the side.
We lay there in silence for long, peaceful moments, both reliving the last hour of our lives.
Her eyes open, and she smiles when she sees that I am already watching her, my gaze unable to look away from her.
