Page 45 of Winter Break Up

“So fucking delicious,” he mutters, his teeth scraping my clit.

Groans and moans are working their way from my throat before I can control them, he’s feasting on me so good. Adding one finger, then two, then three, it’s like I’m floating off the bed with how intense the orgasm builds inside me. That coil is about to snap, and I shut my eyes, fighting against the overwhelming sensations that threaten to drown me.

“Those fucking sounds you make drive me crazy, Em.” His tongue flattens over me, and I see stars.

“Mercer!” The yelp flies from my mouth.

“That’s it, say my name as you come on my lips.”

Holy fuck, he’s too good at this. Those dirty words drive me right over the edge, my inner walls constricting around the fingers he stuffed me full of.

My entire body tingles, limbs vibrating, as I come on his mouth and fingers. The release is heavenly, light exploding before my eyes as my core sings with devastating relief and ecstasy.

I’m barely conscious of Mercer reaching into his side table for a condom, but then he’s lining up at my entrance. That big cock nudges between my folds, and I gasp, my eyes flying to him.

“You okay?” His eyebrows crease in concern.

“Better than,” I assure him.

He slides in slowly, watching my face for every reaction as my body lights anew with the flames only he can produce from it. When he’s fully seated, lodged all the way inside me, he lowers himself until his entire body covers mine.

Our hands lock on each other’s cheeks, making it so that we can’t look anywhere but at each other. And then Mercer bends, giving me a searing, passionate, firm but lazy kiss. His tongue invades my mouth, and our tastes mix as we move our lips over one another’s. I’m locked like that, losing myself in this kiss, as he drags his cock out and strokes back in.

There are no words as we move together, him building his thrusts with each push back into me. This isn’t fucking. It’s not ruddy, drunk sex with an ex.

No, this feels more like making love than anything I’ve ever experienced. This feels like Mercer worshipping my body, like he’s trying to erase all the ugly words and sentiments Clyde had put out there.

We stare into each other’s eyes as my body welcomes his, and it’s like we’re conveying everything we need to in the silence. My moans are our soundtrack, Mercer’s growls are the backup track. My fingers tighten on his back muscles, holding on as he moves swiftly like he’s on a mission to make me come again.

Only when he bends to kiss me again do I reach it, that ever-elusive second orgasm, and it detonates like it’s trying to destroy me. Like it’s trying to fry my brain.

I’m nothing but sensations and limbs, pure, unfiltered satisfaction reaching every pore in my body. My eyes flicker open, hazy, and half-lidded, just in time to watch Mercer go rigid with his release. Every beautiful muscle he’s built tenses and then releases, his abs quivering as he spills into the condom.

The entire time, his eyes never leave mine. We exist on some other plane, away from this earth, just the two of us. Long after we’ve both come, we’re still connected in the same exact position, our breaths mingling as our eye contact refuses to cease.

I need to break the tension. I need to evict some of the seriousness from this room. Or else I’ll end up saying something I regret, like I love you and want to be with you forever, no matter what our futures hold.

Those are words I can’t say and things I can’t wish for, so I go for humor, knowing it will ease the moment.

“Thanks for lighting up my display.” I giggle as I push him off me.

“Not again with these awful Christmas sex puns.” He sighs, rolling, but I hear the smile in his voice.

He pulls me into him, my head resting on his chest as the sweat cools on our naked bodies.

“Thank you for taking me in the golf cart tonight.” My pointer finger draws lazy circles around his pecs.

“I’d do most anything for you, Em.”

That shouldn’t make tears lodge in my throat, yet there they are.

I’m on the verge of sleep when I realize I’ll need to explain why I didn’t come home. Maybe Charlie will be too hazy with sickness to realize I spent the night out. No matter what punishment the morning holds, I’m not getting out of this bed.

For one night, I’ll let it all go. I’ll forget my cheating ex, my breakdown, the anxiety that refuses to quit. I’ll stop comparing myself to any other girl Mercer could get or obsess about his future that I won’t be a part of.

The only thing I’ll drift off thinking about is being here in the arms of the only boy I’ve ever truly loved. After all, there are only so many nights left to do so.

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