Page 109 of Merry Me
I added a finger, then two, curling them inside her until she cried out, her voice raw with need. She was dripping now, her arousal coating my chin, and I groaned against her, the vibration making her moan even louder.
“Don’t stop,” she choked out, her voice wrecked, eyes glazed and wild. “Right there. Fuck, Easton, don’t you fucking dare stop?—”
Her body arched, trembling under my hands, her hips grinding against my mouth like she was chasing oblivion and knew I was the only one who could give it to her. I kept going, relentless, my fingers driving deeper, tongue punishing her clit until she broke apart for me…loud, shaking, soaked. She cried out, her pleasure detonating like a fuse lit too long, molten and messy, wringing every last pulse from her body as I held her through it.
She was trembling, her legs unsteady beneath her, and before she could collapse, I stood and caught her. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and I turned us and pressed her back against the door, the slick heat of her dragging along my cock.
Fuck.
That wet slide. That desperate need still clinging to her skin. I felt it all, every breath, every quiver, and it lit something savage inside me—something feral and possessive and absolutely fucking gone for her.
Her eyes locked on mine, dazed and shining, her lips parted on a breathless sound she couldn’t quite form. And in them, I saw it…something too deep to speak. Too honest to hide.
She swallowed hard. “Are we really calling me your girlfriend?”
Her voice was soft. Not angry. Not teasing. Just…bare.
I didn’t blink. “I’ve changed my mind.”
Her brow furrowed slightly, confused. “About what?”
I leaned in, the tip of my cock brushing against her slick heat, making us both shudder. “You’re not just my girlfriend, Nat.”
My voice dropped to a rough whisper as I locked eyes with her, letting her see the truth—unfiltered and absolute.
“You’re the love of my fucking life.”
Her breath caught, her eyes widening as the words sank in, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of something soft, something tender, beneath the feral intensity.
“Easton,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion, and then her mouth was on mine…soft, desperate, hungry. She clutched at my shoulders like she couldn’t bear to let go, and I kissed her back with everything I had, my world narrowing to the girl in my arms.
I pushed into her slowly, inch by inch, savoring the way she stretched around me, the way her tight, wet heat enveloped melike she was made for me. We both groaned at the sensation, and I stilled for a moment, my forehead resting against hers as I tried to catch my breath.
“Nat,” I murmured, my voice breaking with the weight of my feelings for her. “You feel so fucking good. So tight. I can’t live without this. I can’t live withoutyou.”
A soft sound escaped her, half moan, half sob, and her nails bit into my shoulders as she rocked her hips, urging me deeper.
Her gaze locked on mine…wide, wild, wrecked. “Then don’t,” she whispered, the words trembling out of her like a promise she hadn’t meant to say. “Don’t ever live without me again.”
Something broke open in my chest.
I moved, harder now, deeper, like I could answer her with every thrust, like I could bury every regret, every second we’d lost between the press of our bodies. She met me stroke for stroke, breath stuttering in my ear, her moans splintering into the air, feeding the fire already roaring through both of us.
The door rattled behind her with every thrust, but we didn’t stop. Didn’t care. The whole world narrowed down to this. Her body tight around me, her fingers digging into my back, her voice raw with need.
“Faster,” she begged, clinging to me like I was the only thing keeping her from unraveling.
I obliged, my thrusts growing harder, deeper, the tension between us tightening with every movement. I could feel her pussy clenching around me, her walls fluttering as I pounded into her, the wet, obscene sound of our bodies coming together echoing around the bathroom.
Her moans filled the air, sharp and broken, each one dragging me closer to the edge.
“Easton,” she cried, her eyes wild, her voice shattering. “I…I can’t. It’s too much.”
“Come for me, Nat,” I rasped, my voice rough with need as Ithrust deeper, my hands gripping her hips to hold her steady, my fingers digging into her soft flesh. “Let me feel you, baby.”
She shattered.
Her body bucked against mine, her head tipping back as she screamed my name again. Her pussy clenched me in a vise, her nails scraping down my back in delicious streaks as I drove into her, watching her come undone in my arms.
