Page 28 of Outspoken Hearts
"More than okay." I reach for him, slipping my hand beneath the waistband of his boxers to wrap around his cock. It's hot and hard in my hand, velvety skin over steel. "These need to go too."
He sheds his boxers quickly, then we're both naked, skin to skin, nothing between us. The weight of the moment—the significance of this final barrier coming down—isn't lost on either of us.
"I need you to know something," James says, his voice serious despite our current position. "This isn't just sex for me, Eva. This is... everything. You're everything."
My heart swells at his words, at the vulnerability in his eyes. "I feel the same way." I stroke him slowly, watching his eyes darken. "Now show me. No holding back, remember?"
His answer is a deep, consuming kiss that steals my breath. His hand resumes its exploration between my thighs, fingers circling and stroking with increasing pressure until I'm gasping against his mouth.
"James," I moan as he slides one finger inside me, then another, curling them in a way that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. "Oh god, yes."
He watches my face as he touches me, learning what makes me gasp, what makes me arch, what makes me clutch at his shoulders with desperate hands. When his thumb finds my clit, circling in perfect counterpoint to the thrust of his fingers, I feel myself teetering on the edge.
"Let go," he urges, his voice a rough whisper against my ear. "I want to see you come."
His words push me over, my orgasm crashing through me in waves of pleasure so intense I cry out, my body clenching around his fingers as he works me through it. When I finally come back to myself, James is looking at me with something like wonder.
"That was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he says, pressing a soft kiss to my temple.
I'm too blissed out to be embarrassed. "Your turn."
I push him onto his back, straddling his thighs. His cock stands proud between us, thick and hard, a drop of moisture beading at the tip. I wrap my hand around him, stroking slowly, watching his eyes darken and his jaw clench with the effort of control.
He reaches for me, his hands running up my thighs to settle on my hips. "I need to be inside you," he says, voice strained with desire.
I lift myself, positioning him at my entrance, then sink down slowly, taking him inch by exquisite inch. We both gasp at the sensation—the perfect fullness, the undeniable connection.
"Eva," he breathes, fingers digging into my hips. "You feel incredible."
I begin to move, finding a rhythm that has us both gasping. His hands move to my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples, adding new layers to the pleasure building inside me.
"That's it," he encourages as I ride him, my head falling back. "Just like that."
The freedom of this position—the control, the ability to take what I want while giving him pleasure—is intoxicating. I watch his face transform with each movement, the careful, composed James Adams completely undone beneath me.
"You're so beautiful like this," I tell him, running my hands over his chest. "So real."
Something flashes in his eyes at my words. He sits up suddenly, wrapping his arms around me without breaking our connection. The new angle sends him deeper, making me cry out.
"I love you," he says against my mouth. "Not just when you're like this—though god knows this is incredible—but always. All of you. Every version."
Tears spring to my eyes at the rawness of his declaration. "I love you too." I rock against him, our bodies finding a new rhythm. "So much."
He rolls us over, never separating, until I'm beneath him. His thrusts deepen, more powerful now, one hand sliding between us to circle my clit.
"James," I gasp, feeling another orgasm building impossibly quickly. "Oh god, I'm close."
"Me too," he groans, his movements becoming more urgent. "Come with me, Eva. Let me feel you."
His words, combined with the perfect pressure of his fingers and the relentless rhythm of his thrusts, send me spiraling over the edge again. This time, he follows me, his release tearing a hoarse cry from his throat as he buries himself deep inside me.
For several long moments, we lie tangled together, breathing hard, heartbeats gradually slowing. James's weight on me feels like an anchor, keeping me grounded when I might otherwise float away on waves of bliss.
"That was..." he begins, then laughs softly. "I don't even have words."
"I know." I run my fingers through his hair, damp with exertion. "Me neither."
He shifts to his side, keeping one arm draped over me, his expression suddenly serious. "I meant what I said before. You're everything to me, Eva."
