Page 101 of Through You
I get lost in Artemis’s brown eyes, feeling him so deep inside me. Each thrust brings me close to orgasm. He knows exactly what to do, and his mouth breaks from mine to whisper in my ear.
“You’re so hot and wet inside.” The sound of his moans intensifies my arousal. “You’re driving me crazy.”
He leans back and carefully lifts me up, bringing our hips to the same level and deepening his thrusts. My breasts tremble with each thrust. I bite my lower lip, struck by how sexy he looks when the muscles in his abdomen and arms contract with each movement he makes.
“Artemis!” I groan on the verge of orgasm.
“Yes. That’s right. Moan my name.” His whispers are laced with pure desire. He rubs my most sensitive spot with his thumb while he keeps thrusting inside me. My eyes roll and I’m overcome with the urge to explode. “Like that, sexy. Moan your pleasure, let go while I’m inside you.”
“Ah, god.”
I grip the sheets at my sides. My orgasm sends shocks all over my body, rushing through my nerves and overpowering my limbs. I moan loudly. His name and a host of profanities escape my lips. Artemis doesn’t stop; instead, he accelerates his movements, making my legs tremble while he speaks between grunts.
“Can I come inside you?”
The thought of letting him finish his release inside me sounds sexy as hell, and I’m on the pill so I nod my response.
His punishing pace picks up speed. His eyes never leave mine. Arousal makes his face contort as he comes to his release.
I can feel him inside me, still hard and throbbing. He falls on top of me, his heart thumping madly against mine. Our breathing is in shambles, and I’m unable to stop the silly postorgasmic grin plastered on my face.
Artemis rolls over, and lies on his back next to me.
“Wow,” he exclaims, turning his face toward me.
“Not bad, iceberg.”
He gives me a roguish smile.
“Likewise, fire.”
“Fire?”
He reaches out to me with his hand. His finger caresses my neck, then moves down to my cleavage.
“You once told me you were like fire, and I now have confirmation.” He pauses. “Getting burned by you is totally worth it.”
His feathered touch trails down to my tummy, and I hold my breath, enjoying the contact. He lets his fingers skim along my sides, drawing small lines on my skin that point to the places it has stretched whenever I’ve gained and lost weight. He does it with such tenderness and adoration, making me smile. I’ve never felt ashamed of my body. And why should I? All these marks are part of my history and what I’ve been through. I’m a healthy person and that’s what matters. Everything else is trivial. His hand moves lower until it reaches the outer part of my thigh. He brushes against the old scar there, and whispers.
“Fourth grade, you fell from a bicycle. God, there was a lot of blood and you didn’t even cry.”
I laugh at the accuracy of his recollection. “You were pale. I honestly thought you were going to faint.”
“I almost did. But if you ever tell on me, I’ll deny it.”
He sits and puts his finger over another scar on my knee.
“First year of high school while roller-skating. I told you not to go down that street because it was so steep.”
“As if I ever do anything you tell me to do.”
He lies back on his side and cradles his head with one hand so he can stare at me. His hand travels to my waist, where there’s a nearly unnoticeable scar.
“Appendicitis,” he continues. “It was the first time I saw you cry, and it broke me.”
I reach out to cup his face, and feel his light scruff against my palm.
“You are a very sweet man, Artemis. You have always been.”
