Page 66 of All Your Tomorrows

“I know,” I whispered.

“Do you know how much you mean to me?”

“I’m starting to see.”

“Starting to see?” he asked incredulously. “Then you better let me show you.” His hand slipped down between us. He unsnapped my jeans, sliding them down my legs with my panties. Knowing he wouldn’t get them past my shoes, I pushed them off my feet. He slid my clothes the rest of the way off and tossed them to the floor. “You good?” he asked, his eyes zeroed in on mine.

I nodded, feeling his erection pressed to my stomach. “We need a condom,” I said.

“I’m not sure it works like that when I’m not really…well…” He let the rest of his thought linger in the air.

I closed my eyes, forgetting that while all of this was so real to me, he was right. He was in that bedroom back home with his parents.

“Hey,” he said. I opened my eyes and he was right there. “I’m here.”

I nodded.

He leaned down, kissing me in a way that reminded me that if all of this ended tomorrow, I’d have this memory. These feelings. This night. And no one could take it away from me. He slowly started to grind his hips against mine, letting me adjust to the idea of what was about to happen. His erection slipped between my legs, the shaft gliding over my folds. I pulled in a breath.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Perfect,” I assured him and I meant it. I wasn’t scared. I wasn’t uncomfortable. I was ready. I shifted my hips, lifting them to meet his.

He reached down and adjusted the tip, gliding it over my folds, back and forth. “Lift your knees,” he urged.

I did, cradling him between them.

He balanced on his forearms his eyes locked on mine. “Ready?”

I nodded.

He gently thrust his hips forward, the tip pushing slightly inside me. He paused, giving me time to adjust before thrusting forward again. This time the tip drove in a little deeper. He paused again before driving a little deeper. “You ready?” he asked.

I nodded, knowing I wanted this with him so damn much.

“I’ve got you,” he assured me.

“I know,” I whispered.

He leaned down and captured my lips as he thrust all the way inside of me. I released a soft groan as I took all of him. It wasn’t painful, just full. He didn’t pull out, letting me adjust to the length of him inside of me as he continued to kiss me. He eventually pulled out, driving back in deeper still. He groaned this time, and I pulled away from his lips, needing to catch my breath. I felt him everywhere.

His lips found my neck as my head fell back. My breathing was labored as he continued thrusting. “You’re beautiful,” he said between kisses to my skin.

I sighed.

“And you feel fucking amazing,” he said against my neck.

I hummed my appreciation.

“Does this feel good for you?” he asked.

My hands slipped around to his ass, answering his question by urging him deeper.

He chuckled softly and obliged.

The slapping of our bodies was the only sound in my room as all the sensations began to coil between my thighs. “Oh, God,” I groaned.

“Are you close?” he asked, burying his lips in the crook of my neck.

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