Page 42 of The Space Between
I don’t.
He climbs the stairs, carrying me, then, lays me on top of the bed—hisbed—and climbs over me, one hand braced beside my head, the other tracing a line from my hip to my ribs.
He sees the scar from the chest tube when Tyler kicked me in the ribs so hard he punctured my lung, and then, told the nurse that I fell off my bike. She believed him as he lied and smiled charmingly.
His jaw clenches. He doesn’t speak. But his hand moves slower, softer, until he’s smoothing his palm over the mark like he can press it out of existence.
I whisper his name. “Gruene.” He looks at me.
“I’m okay,” I say, and I mean it. “You don’t have to go easy. I’m not made out of porcelain. I’ve endured hell and I’mhere.”
His eyes darken as he asks, “You sure?”
In answer, I reach for his jeans and pop the button open, slow and deliberate, never breaking eye contact. I suck my lip into my mouth before I reply, “Yeah, I’m sure.”
He kisses me again—slower now, but no less intense. Our tongues slide together, wet and desperate, until I’m writhing beneath him and panting into his mouth. He doesn’t let up until he breaks it only to tug off his shirt. Our mouths meet again as he rips off his belt and shoves down his jeans.
When he grips my shorts and pulls them down, ever so slowly, almost tortuously, he drags his hand over my ankle, up my calf, my knees, and my thigh before he finds mesoakedthrough my panties. He growls low and feral, “You’ve been wanting this.” His voice is like gravel.
I nod, eyes wide and gasp, “Yes, I have.”
He runs a knuckle over my soaked center through the cotton, slow and tormenting. “You get this wet just thinking about me, Blakelyn?”
My breath shudders out as I moan, “Yes. Yes, Gruene.”
My confessions cause him to groan as he pushes my panties to the side, dragging a finger through my slick folds, finding me soaked, open, and throbbing. “Fuck, Blakelyn…” His mouth finds my throat, biting gently down the column of my neck, while his fingers slide lower—inside of me—curling up to find that spot that makes my hips jerk and my moan break loose.
“Ohhhhhh.” I clutch his shoulder. “Gruene… Mmmmmm…please.”
“Tell me what you want.” He growls, still fingering me and rubbing my clit with his thumb.
My hips buck and I shamelessly grind into his hand as I moan, “You. I want you.”
He pulls back just long enough to yank my panties completely off. He’s hard, swollen, flushed, andthick.My mouth goes dry as my thighs open wider.
Then, he’s above me again, his eyes locked on mine, and I can barely breathe.
“Now,” I whisper, reaching for him. My hand wraps around him and I stroke him. His neck tightens and he grunts, “Blakelyn… Oh, shit…”
Guiding him to me, I arch my hips. He sinks into me with one hard, deep stroke.
I cry out—sharp and involuntary—because it’s so much. He’s so much. He’s so big. He’s stretching me. My pussy spasms as it sucks him in. He stops as I moan and pulls back, “I’ll stay shallow.”
I yank him into me with my ankles and moan, “No… fill me. I can take it. I want it. I want you.”
I don’t want less. I want all of it. All of him.
He groans as my body clenches around him, his arms shaking with restraint as he thrusts again, deeper, slower, taking his time. He bottoms out and I scream, “Gruene…” not from pain, from how good he feels and how full I am.
“Je—,” he grits. “You feel like…” He doesn’t finish.
I drag my nails down his back and lift my hips to meet him, and suddenly we’removing—hard and fast. I moan, “Don’t stop… don’t hold back.” His hips slam into mine before he pulls out and slams back in. It’s frantic, not at all gentle. It’s perfect. It’sreal.
I want it.
Sweat slicks our skin. The headboard slams, rhythmically, against the wall as he fucks me, and I fuck him back. His name falls from my lips like prayer and plea, over and over.
“Don’t stop,” I gasp. “Please don’t stop.” My nails rake down his back. His skin splits and he moans, but it only causes his hips to jerk faster. I’m bouncing on the bed with the rhythm of his thrusts. He’s bottoming out. My clit is being brutalized, and I love it. I love every second of it.
