The second the words leave my mouth, I know I’m lying. There’s nothing about this that’s just sex. I’m falling for her, fast, hard and dangerously. I’m torn between worshipping every curve, swell and inch of skin before me, and sinking myself so deep inside her, she’ll feel me everywhere. Heart. Body. Mind.

I stand back and push her dress off of her shoulders. It drops to the floor and I let my eyes devour the vision of white lace before me. My mouth is dry, the words stuck in the back of my throat unable to tell her how exquisite she looks, wound up tightly before me. Instead, I grab the back of her neck and bring her closer. A breath away from our lips touching, I wait. Biting her bottom lip, she teases.

“Kiss me,” she whispers.

We lunge for each other at the same time; wet, warm and inviting, our tongues tangle together in a battle of possession. With each stroke, our kiss deepens. Together we’re on the edge of a cliff, with no way to break the fall.

I lift a knee to the mattress and place my hand on the small of her back. Slowly, I lower us to the center of the bed.

“There’s no turning back now,” I warn. With her golden hair fanned out all around her, she looks ethereal. Her eyes are swimming with desire, wonder, and anticipation. “You’re beautiful, you know that?” I drop kisses behind her ear and down the length of her neck, skimming my lips over her collarbone, as I make my descent. I brush my hands over her lace covered breasts, and deftly unfasten the metal clip. Her tits gracefully spill out, as my hands reach to hold her perfect size. Rolling her hardened tip between my fingers, my tongue swirls around the lonesome dusty rose nipple. I dance my way down with purpose, kissing and licking her stomach. Her skin ignites with every touch. I run my lips across the top of her panties before hooking two fingers and softly pulling at them. Dragging them down her legs, my eyes devour all of her; unguarded and mine.

Stamping her body with kisses, her legs tremble in anticipation. My restraint is unraveling, impatience getting the best of me. My muscles are taut, I’m hard, and I can’t think of anything except how dangerously close I am to letting go.

My thumb finds her clit first, and I languidly rub it before replacing it with my mouth. I spread her legs wider as my tongue laps up everything she has to offer. Her fingers run through my hair, pushing and pulling me with every stroke. She arches her lower body off the bed while riding my face, I cup her ass and drag her closer to me, placing her legs over my shoulders. I can’t get enough of her.

“Elliot. Please,” she moans, her grip on my hair getting tighter. I push two fingers inside of her while I lick and suck relentlessly. Her breath quickens, and I begin to feel her tighten around me. With one last swipe, I pull back and meticulously roll her clit under my thumb, tipping her over the edge. She unravels before me, and I can’t wait to do it all over again.

Standing up, I swiftly undo the button on the top of my jeans and slide them along with my boxers down my legs. She’s watching me like a hawk, her eyes darting across my chest and landing on my very obvious hard-on. I stroke myself a few times, “I’ll be right back,” I tell her.

“No,” she calls out. “Not this time.” I forgo the familiar trip to bathroom and continue to spread the drops of pre-come up and down my shaft.

I put a knee on the mattress, and hover over her naked body. I lean in for a kiss, overwhelming her with her own taste. “Are you sure?” I’ve never been bare with her before, or anyone.

She pulls my head down, smashing her mouth to mine, her moan answers my question. Filled with tension and need, she clings on to me, pouring all the unspoken emotions into her actions.

“I need you inside me,” she murmurs against my mouth.

Lining up, I impatiently push myself into her; she gasps at the intrusion. I look down, at our connection and back up into her bottomless eyes, and start moving. Holding myself up on my forearms, I slide in and out, getting lost in the bliss that’s written all over her face. It’s so much and not enough all in the same breath.

“Fuck. Court, I’m never going to get enough of you looking like this.” Her eyes are glued to mine, while each thrust gets deeper and longer. “The way you feel, around me and underneath me is perfection.” Reaching for her hand, I place it on my chest, and over my heart. “Can you feel me?” The words roll out of my mouth as a plea. “Can you feel how good it is between us?” Recklessly I push myself into her, her body bouncing with every move. Harder, I make sure she not only feels me, but she never fucking forgets.

We roll until I’m on my back and she’s rocking her hips into me, giving me everything in return. I hold her heavy tits in my hand, caressing and squeezing, my thumbs brushing up against her nipples.

“Touch yourself,” I order. Closing her eyes, she tilts her head back and rubs herself into climax. “Look at me. I want to see your eyes when you let go.”  

I feel my release begin to take hold, and I know there’s no way to fight the inevitable. “You ready, baby?” Her eyes lock with mine and she nods. I grab her hips and we rise and fall in a rhythm of what is and what could be. Together we come undone, the sound of our ecstasy echoing off the walls as our bodies spill every last secret our mind keeps guarded.

I think I’m in love with you.

* * *

Sated, my fingers draw circles up and down her arm as she cuddles into my chest. It’s such a peaceful moment, where everything feels right in the world and I’m about to risk it and ask her to come with me to Mom’s tomorrow. Even if it’s too soon, or awkward I want it. And I don’t hide away from pursuing things I want. So, it’s now or never.

“Court?”

“Mmmm.”

“I’m going to ask you something, but I don’t want you to freak out.” Her head pops up before the last words even leave my mouth. She whips her head in my direction and raises the sheet to cover her naked torso.

“What is it?” she asks, concern and worry all over her face.

“Didn’t I just say don’t freak out?”

“Yeah, but nobody ever says that unless they’re expecting the other person to freak out.” I smirk at her logic.

Sitting up, I rest my bare back on the cold headboard behind me. “You may or may not freak out, but I don’t think you have any reason too.” Clutching the material close, she rises and throws a leg over my thighs.

Knowing what’s underneath, my body stirs with impatience, and my mind takes on a new train of thought. “Let it go.”

Biting her bottom lip, she hides her smile and clutches it tighter to her chest. “Not until you tell me,” she teases.

My gaze returns to hers, the quicker we talk this out the quicker I can have her again. “Come to my Mom’s house with me tomorrow.” Her eyes widen momentarily; quick enough for her surprise to almost go by unnoticed.

“You want me to meet your mom,” she reiterates. The silence stretches, and I can see her piling up all her excuses in a corner. I nod, offering up nothing else.

“That’s a pretty big deal.”

“To some,” I say with a shrug. “It feels right. I don’t see my mom as often as I should, I have to go tomorrow and I would rather her meet you sooner than later,” I explain.

“What if she doesn’t like me?”

“She won’t. I already know it,” I say in a serious tone. I tug on the bunched up layers she holds close to her chest until she releases it. My eyes lock onto her perky breasts, while my hands mold themselves onto her round ass. I pull her onto my lap and groan at the contact. I lock my eyes with hers. “You’re smart, beautiful, and funny. She’s not gonna like you at all.” I squeeze her ass and push her into me. “Say you’ll come.”

Holding onto my shoulders, she rocks her slick heat against my hard length; the friction maddening. “Oh, I’m definitely coming.”