Page 34 of An Unexpected Everything
“I have to have you.”
“Then take me. I need you inside me.” She cupped my face with her hand, and I moved my mouth to kiss her palm.
“I’ve got you,” I whispered and then I sheathed myself in the condom before sliding deep into her in one stroke.
She let out a shocked gasp as I froze, trying not to come right then and there. She was so soft, and yet tight around me, the heat of her inner walls nearly sending me over the edge.
“Bella,” I whispered.
“I need you to move. Move,” she ordered.
I leaned down, bit her lip before kissing away the sting, and I moved. I slid in and out of her, slowly at first to watch the way her mouth parted, her cheeks pinking.
Then I looked between us and groaned. I shifted upward slightly, so I was hovering over her even as I fucked her.
“Look at us. Look at the way that your pussy is swallowing my cock. It’s begging for me. It’s missed me.”
Her lips quirked into a smile as she lifted her head up to kiss me softly on the mouth. “I’ve missed you.”
I knew that admission had taken so much from her, so I nodded slightly before taking her lips.
“I’ve missed you too,” I muttered against her mouth, and then there was no more talking. I moved into her, thrust after thrust as she met me with each motion. And finally I rolled to my back, needing to watch her breasts bounce as she rode me. I squeezed one hip with my hand, her breast with my other, and we both moved in motion as if we had been doing this for thousands of years. As if there had been no gap in time.
And then there was no thinking at all, because she was coming again, my name on her lips as I followed her, filling her with everything that I had.
When she collapsed on me, I held her close, my cock still buried balls deep inside her, and I knew I never wanted to let her go.
Even if I probably should.
After, when we could finally breathe, I ran my hands up and down her back, and moved to clean her up and take care of the condom.
When I came back to the bed with a warm washcloth in hand, thankful it was in the bathroom since I didn’t know this house, she sat at the edge, rolling her shoulders back. That’s when I noticed the bruises on her hip, the red marks that I knew would remain for a few days.
I cursed under my breath. “Fuck. I was too rough. You were hurt and here I am, fucking you hard into the bed and leaving marks.”
She frowned up at me before she stood up and wrapped her arms around my hips. “I wanted this. It’s-it’s what you and I were, but now? It’s better. So don’t make what just happened wrong.”
I cursed, then kissed her hard on the mouth, needing her taste.
“Shh, just let me... You’re going to be sore tomorrow.” I slid the warm washcloth between her legs, and she gasped. But she was already swollen from my rough attentions, so I was gentle, not sending her near the edge where it would be too much.
“Let me take care of you,” I whispered.
“You are, Weston. You are.” I wasn’t sure what I heard in that. Desire, need. Or weariness. Maybe everything.
Her panties and tights were long gone, but she slid the dress over her body, and I shoved my jeans back on. I hadn’t even remembered fully taking them off, but with Isabella, I tended to lose my mind.
My phone buzzed, and I reached down to the ground to pick up his phone and read the screen. It had apparently fallen out of my pocket in our haste.
“Fuck.”
“Is something wrong?” Isabella asked, worry in her tone.
“Just things for the prom. I need to pick up a few things that they forgot, and now they have 1,000 worries for this thing. I have no idea what I’m doing. Yes there was a formal and a junior prom, but they weren’t like this. Both Sam and Sydney have boyfriends, and there’s an argument with one of their friend groups, and I have no idea what I’m doing.”
“I can’t even imagine. Although, I did have to deal with some of it with Emily and Phoebe. There’s not much of an age gapbetween us like there is with the twins and you, but there was enough of one especially with Dad not around.”
I ran my hand up and down her back, knowing there were no words I could say to make that better. Her father, the eldest Cage, was a fucking asshole and there was no taking that back. No fixing it. But it seemed as if the siblings were trying to do that themselves now.
