Page 110 of Grounded
In reality, fucking her without a condom will guarantee I last three seconds, and I don't want her to experience that as our first time. I want to do everything with her, but I don't want it to be in the backseat of my car. I want to take my time with her. Tease her. Drive her wild with desire until she gives her whole self over to me.
It won't be tonight.
But it willbe.
My heart is beating furiously as I place my hand over hers so she can stroke me tighter and with more speed.
We're both out of breath, our kissing wild and erratic. We breathe as one, practically move as one.
She pumps her hand and I'm gasping for air, hit with a force that causes me to inhale sharply.
Just as I'm about to come all over her fist, she places her mouth over me. I nearly lose consciousness as she accepts all that I give her. And I give hera lot.She swallows everything as I spatter down her throat.
I'm shaking, overstimulated in the best way.
Holy fucking hell…that was unreal. She lingers, ensuring she leaves nothing behind.
Amelia slumps back beside me, her head resting on my shoulder.
"I'm going to fucking destroy you," I warn her.
"When?"
"Soon enough."
As I catch my breath, the possession is circling my insides. I'm already addicted. My obsession with everything Amelia has instantly created a compulsion that will need satisfying more than she can handle. I will never get enough of her.
If this is any indication of how it'll be when we fuck, I'm a goner.
We are going to ruin each other.
Thecarridehomeis silent. I take that back. The car is deafening. The roar of the Mustang is preventing me from talking about the elephant in the room, also known as the oral sex that happened in the backseat.
How are two people, who are hell-bent on wrecking the other's well-being, able to have such intense sexual chemistry?
At some point, Theo unbuttoned the third button on his dress shirt, and I can't help but stare at the passive, laid-back body language he exudes.
His wrist is resting on the steering wheel, completely at ease.
I'm glad one of us is presenting a calm front and not letting the inevitable carelessness of our decisions cause a manic episode.
If this was the movieInside Out, Fear would be waving his arms around my emotional platform, screaming about what transpired. Despite the entire night becoming a core memory that I'll never, ever forget, I can't ignore the anxiety building within me. It feels like chaos inside my head with Fear taking control of the console and allowing the panic to manifest into more.
What the hell do we do now?
He said he was going to "destroy me," which implies we will be doing this again. Iwantto do this again. I want to do everything with him.
We're approaching the house, and before he turns on my street—our street—he pulls along the sidewalk.
"Are you going to be okay?" he asks me while maintaining eye contact.
"I'm still processing what happened. I'm speechless."
"In a good way, right?"
This is the first time I've seen him display any waver of insecurity. It's kind of cute to see him so vulnerable.
"The best way," I admit. "I've never had an experience like that."
