Page 114 of What If I Hate You
“Barrett!” she gasps, and the way my name falls from her lips, tangled with pleasure, ignites something primal within me. I suck her clit between my lips, flicking my tongue against it, and I can feel her legs start to tremble. It’s like holding a live wire, and the intensity of her reaction only spurs me on.
“Don’t hold back, babe,” I murmur against her skin before diving back in, my mouth moving with a hungry determination. I want every ounce of her joy, every peak of her pleasure, laid bare for me to witness. I can’t help the growl of satisfaction thatescapes as I feel her body tighten, the way she begins to shake with need. It’s intoxicating.
I can see the way she fights against the pleasure, trying to hold back, but I’m not letting her. I want her to let go, to surrender to me completely.
“Let it go, Blake,” I urge, my voice thick with desire as I pull back just enough to meet her gaze. “You’re safe with me. Just feel. Let me have your pleasure.” The words slip out, raw and unfiltered, a promise wrapped in need.
And then she does it. I watch as her expression shifts into something softer and more vulnerable. Her eyes flutter shut and her breath quickens, and I take that as my cue to dive deeper into her. I resume my relentless exploration, my mouth devouring her with the urgency of a man starved.
The sounds she makes are intoxicating, each moan and gasp pushing me further into a haze of lust. I can’t help but lose myself in the rhythm of it. In the way her body moves beneath my hands, the way her skin feels warm and electrified against my mouth. Every flick of my tongue elicits another sweet sound, and I’m addicted to the way she responds, how she writhes, pleading for more.
“Oh God, Barrett, Yesss…” she hisses, the urgency in her tone shifting. It’s not just a plea for release; it’s an invitation to go further, to push her boundaries as I’ve always wanted to do. Her words hang in the air like a challenge, and I’m not one to back down from a challenge.
“Don’t hold back,” I murmur, my voice rough and low against her skin. “I want everything you have to give me.”
Her fists tighten in my hair as she instinctively pulls me closer. There’s power in that, a rawness that drives me forward. I dive back in with renewed vigor, my tongue flicking and plunging, searching for every sensitive spot I can find. She gasps harder, and in that moment, I know she’s lost in the feeling. Ilean into it, my mouth working fervently, devouring everything she offers, until she shatters and even then, I don’t stop.
I keep my mouth moving, coaxing every last tremor from her with relentless devotion, savoring the way she thrashes beneath me, lost in the grip of her pleasure. As she rides the waves of ecstasy, I press my fingers into her thighs, holding her steady, anchoring her, ensuring she knows she can release completely into my care.
As her body finally begins to settle, I pull back just enough to watch her recover, the remnants of pleasure still trembling through her. Her chest heaves, and I feel a swell of pride at having brought her to that peak, her lips parted, flushed skin glowing in the soft light.
But I need more. I need to feel her wrapped around me, to make this connection deeper and more intimate than anything we've ever shared before. I trail my fingers along her thigh, moving slowly upward, feeling the heat radiating from her as I position myself between her legs. My heart races as I look into her eyes, searching for that fierce spark I’m so addicted to.
“Blakely,” I murmur, my voice thick with urgency. “I want you. Need to feel you.”
“Then take me,” she replies, her voice steady, even in her post-orgasm haze. She reaches her hand up to cup the side of my face and I lean into her touch. Her soft skin against my stubble. “I’m all yours, Bear, you know that.”
All mine.
Fuck, I’m so glad she’s mine.
I move over her, nudging her legs apart and settling between her thighs. I can feel her heat against my skin, the way her body craves mine, and my breath hitches in anticipation. I want to be inside the woman I love. I want to lose myself in this spirited person who challenges me, who dares to push againstthe boundaries I’ve built over time, the woman who loves me for everything I am and everything I want to be for her.
I align myself at her entrance, my heart pounding in time with the desire coursing through me. It takes everything in me to hold back the urge to plunge inside her immediately. Instead, I let the moment stretch out like an elastic band, taut with eagerness and desire. Then with a slow, deliberate thrust, I push inside her, the sensation overwhelming as I fill her completely.
“Fuuuck, Blakely.” An exquisite tension stretches between us as everything else fades away, leaving only the two of us and the rawness of this connection. Her body wraps around me like a vise, pulling me deeper, drawing out a groan from my throat as I sink into her warmth.
“God, Barrett, I’m so full.” She gasps, and it feels like a prayer, a benediction for this moment. I can feel her every muscle tightening around me, coaxing me deeper still. My balls resting against her body until I slowly pull out of her and then slide back inside her warmth. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted, a blend of urgency and patience and love. Every single goddamn inch of her feels like home. This connection, this sweet, fierce bond, makes every moment of tension, every fight we’ve ever had, totally worth it because she’s really mine.
Forever.
Always.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this, Blake. Laid out for me, taking my cock like it’s meant for you and you alone. You feel incredible.”
“It is meant for me, Bear.” She reaches down between our linked bodies and wraps her hand around the base of my shaft, squeezing me as I plunge inside her. My head wants to fall back and my eyes want to close as I relish the pure pleasure emanating from my body but I also want to watch ourconnection. I want to watch her hand gripping me as I push inside her, giving her everything I am.
Every challenge.
Every promise.
Every moment.
I find a rhythm that matches the aching pulse of my heart, each thrust deliberate, deep, and filled with purpose. “I love you, Blakely.”
“I love you too, Barrett.”
I can feel her every breath, each exhalation a hot whisper of my name, repeating like a sacred chant as I delve deeper into her warmth. The sensation of being enveloped by her, so perfectly snug, threatens to drive me to madness. It's a potent intoxication, the way we move in unison, a frantic dance of urgency and tenderness that binds us tighter and tighter, like a rope strained to its breaking point yet stubbornly holding firm.
