Chapter 38

Axton

My heart pounds so hard in my chest, I’m sure she can feel it through my hands on her cheeks.

“Say it one more time.”

“Forever,” she whispers against my lips.

I don’t push her away this time. Instead, I kiss her with every ounce of my being. Our tongues tangle, twisting together in perfect harmony as we close the distance we’ve put between each other the last several months.

“We don’t have to go the distance tonight. I’ll wait a lifetime for that so long as I know I’m here.” I press my fingers over her heart.

Her breath comes out in erratic pants.

“Are you denying me?” Unease marks her brow even though she tries to make her words playful.

“I’d never fucking deny you.” She frowns at my foul language. “I’m not going to apologize for my dirty mouth when you’re grinding all on me, begging me to strip you naked and plant myself so deep, you’ll feel me for days.”

A full body tremble flows through her.

“I don’t want to wait,” she assures me. “I’m tired of waiting.”

“You’re sure?”

“I swear, Axton, if you don’t carry me into one of those rooms right now, I’m going to hurt you.”

She squeals when I go from sitting to standing with her plastered to my chest.

“At any point,” I say against her mouth as I carry her to the room she selected before dinner, “you can stop this. I don’t want you to feel like you can’t change your mind.”

If she’s going to, please let it be before I get the tip in.

“And you won’t be mad at me?”

“No,” I vow as her hands find the hem of my shirt and tug it up. “At any point.”

“Good to know,” she teases.

I set her on the edge of the bed and her frantic hands work the button and zipper of my jeans. I’m rock hard behind the denim, needing her like I’ve never needed another.

“Slow,” I say, stopping her hands with my own. “I’m not rushing this.”

She pouts, and I kiss the frown away.

“I want you to look back on tonight with satisfaction, not some funny story to tell your sisters about how I blew it in my jeans before I got you naked.”

She laughs, but places her hands on her thighs. “So much control.”

“Hardly,” I tell her, tossing my shirt to the floor. “I’m barely hanging on right now.”

“We can always get the first time over quickly, then go slow the second time.” Her eyes stay plastered to the exposed skin of my chest and stomach. My muscles twitch and jump at her perusal.

I groan at her offer, knowing a second time probably won’t even be possible.

I lean in, hands on the bed on either side of her hips. “You’re not going to want me a second time tonight. You’ll be sore.”

“I’ll always want you,” she counters. “Renee says once the flood gates are opened, I’ll want to have sex all the time.”

I grin and run my nose down the length of her neck. “You talked about this with your sisters?”

“Of course,” she answers as if it’s a given. “I wanted to be prepared.”

“So you came here to seduce me?”

She nods her head against my shoulder as I tug up the back of her shirt. “I mean, I wouldn’t press the issue if you weren’t interested, but I hoped you’d be willing.”

My mouth nips at her shoulder, that perfect spot between her neck and arm.

“Oh my,” she hisses.

“I’m willing, believe me.”

“I never expected you to offer what you did in the living room.” Her head rolls to the side, anticipating the path of my mouth.

“You mean forever?”

“Yes,” she moans as I nip at her again.

“Let me show you just how incredible our forever is going to be.”

“Please,” she begs as I back away, pulling her shirt up as I go.

No words are spoken as I find and undo the clasp of her bra. My hands and mouth find the tips of her breasts as if they’ve been a beacon I’ve searched for my entire life. She tugs at my hair as I overwhelm her with suction on one while gently twisting and plucking the other.

Her fingers canvas my abdomen and my muscles jump at the ministration, begging for more. With soft pressure, I urge her to lie back and stare down at her. Kiss-plumped lips and the most beautiful blush across her chest urge me forward. I hate that she’s not wearing a skirt for quick access, but revel in the reveal as I unbutton her jeans and glide them down her hips and legs.

“Lace,” I praise, sweeping a single finger up her center. The touch is so delicate, if her hips didn’t rise off the mattress, I would’ve sworn I didn’t touch her at all.

“Sorry it’s not white cotton panties,” she teases.

“Not me,” I say with a kiss to her thigh. “These are perfect.”

“You should take them off.”

My cock jumps at her suggestion. “Don’t rush me.”

I’ve never seen her completely naked. The one night we were intimate, I kept her covered, knowing if I exposed her completely, the night would have ended much differently.

My hands tremble as I trace the delicate flowers making up the lace of her panties. Sex has never been a big deal for me, but I can already feel the shift. With Addi, I know tonight is going to be amazing. Not because she’s giving me her body, but she’s promised me her heart.

“You’re torturing me,” she whispers on a groan.

“It’s not intentional. I promise.”

“I feel like time is standing still and racing forward all at the same time.”

With an arm banded around her back, I center her on the massive king-sized bed. She’s so small, the room on either side of her is expansive.

“Take your jeans off,” she urges as I climb on the bed with her.

Legs falling open, she licks her lips and watches my hands as I slide back off and work my jeans down. I start to kick my boots off before I can get them all the way off, growing frustrated that I didn’t wear sneakers to dinner.

“Looks like I’m not the only eager one,” she says as I cuss at my right boot when my jeans get tangled around it.

“I was hoping this would be more romantic, seamless, perfect even,” I mutter.

“This isn’t a romance movie, Axton. I don’t expect perfect. I don’t even want perfect. I just want you.”

My mouth is on her lips the second my jeans and boots hit the floor. Grinning against my lips, she kisses me back. It’s hungry and drugging, and I’m lost to her, taking all her mouth is offering to the point where I forget about the rest of our bodies until she lifts and grinds her hips against mine.

“I need to make you come,” I say when I pull my mouth from hers.

“Please.”

“With my tongue,” I clarify. “I need to taste you.”

I swallow, my mouth over saturated at just the idea.

She shakes her head. “That’s not necessary.”

“It is,” I tell her, working my lips down her neck, over her breasts, and lower on her stomach. “I’m going to hurt you, and that can’t be avoided. But I think it will hurt less if I get you soft and ready to take me.”

“Oh,” she hisses when I trail my nose up her silken seam.

“Even with preparation, it’s going to be painful, so I need you to take your pleasure now. I don’t know if you’ll be able to get it once I’m inside you.”

She nods almost violently as my fingers find and tug down the lace at her hips.

“Perfect,” I groan when she’s finally exposed. The small triangle of hair just above her swollen clit points to the most beautiful sight.

Unable to wait, my mouth wraps around her the second the lace hits the floor. She jolts, hips bucking up to press her flesh deeper into my mouth, and I have to press on her flat stomach to keep her in place. Her taste, rolling over my tongue and down my throat, is intoxicating and sets every one of my senses on fire.

“That’s…” she moans, her fingers nearly ripping my hair out by the roots. “Oh God…wow.”

My tongue flicks against her in an erratic tempo. I want to keep her guessing, but the concentration is more for me. My hands quiver on her body as I resist the urge to let my fingers explore her deeper, prolonging the feeling of her gripping them until the last moment.

Mouth still playing her clit like a fine tuned guitar, I let my hand roam from her milky thigh to her entrance. Thumb tracing circles around without probing farther, I suck long draws on her bundle of nerves. Her tight pussy convulses against the tip of my finger as she grows quiet, her orgasm robbing her of all sound.

When she’s finally able to take a breath, her hands cover her heart like it’s trying to pound out of her chest. I know exactly how she feels. Mine is doing the exact same.

Eyes forward, watching her mouth, I continue slow, leisurely licks against her most sensitive flesh. “You amaze me,” I praise.

She chuckles. “By flopping around like a fish out of water? That was amazing. You are amazing.”

“By letting yourself go, by coming like the queen you are.”

“I wish I could tell you I’m completely satisfied, but I’m still aching for you.”

With one final sweep of my flattened tongue, I lift my head from her, letting my tongue trace my name on her skin up to her heaving breasts.

“You need me?”

“Yes.” Low and husky, the sound of her voice settles at my spine before moving to my straining cock.

“Here?” I dip my finger less than an inch into her drenched pussy, and my eyes nearly slam shut at breeching her in any capacity for the first time.

“My whole body is itchy, like every hair is trying to explode from my skin.” Her hands find my hips and she urges me back. “I need more of you.”

I clench my eyes closed as her hands travel lower and push the fabric of my boxers, the last remaining barrier between us, down my hips and past my thighs. The tip of her perfectly manicured toe pushes them down until they’re a tangled bunch at my ankles.

“Please,” she begs, reaching for me.

“Let me,” I insist. “Hands on my shoulders, Addi. I need to control this.”

Tormenting me with the scrape of her fingernails over my shoulder, I line up at her entrance, keeping an eye on her face to judge her pain level. Just the slide of the tip against her heated flesh is almost too much. When she engulfs me in her constricting warmth, I nearly come apart.

I’m bare. I know it. She knows it. I flex my hips back, falling from her. She whimpers, and my cock agrees with a harsh jerk.

“I need a condom,” I explain.

“Safety first,” she whispers. “I have some in my purse, but please hurry.”

I almost tell her I need the extra desensitization, but even the thin barrier won’t make much of a difference.

I make quick work of grabbing a rubber and have it rolled down my cock before I crawl back between her legs.

“Are you sure?” I verify one last time. “I’ll go slow, but it’s going to be uncomfortable.”

“I know,” she says, understanding evident in her eyes. “You’ll have to make it up to me.”

“For the rest of my life,” I vow as my tip probes her again.

“But go slow,” she urges as I begin to slide home.

She bites her lip, trying to hide her pain as I press against the soft flesh inside. Swallowing, she angles her head so I can’t see directly into her eyes.

“Please look at me. Be here with me.”

I kiss away the tear that forms at the corner of her eye and adjust her thigh higher up on my hip, opening her for me.

“No,” she pants when I meet her barrier.

I go to pull away, but her foot at the small of my back doesn’t allow for full retreat.

“Just give me a second.” I nod, every muscle vibrating at the need to surge forward.

Determined eyes meet mine a second before she shifts her hips and takes me all the way inside. I tear through her, and her eyes pinch closed at the pain.

“Fuck, why did you do that?” She’s in searing pain, and I’m the asshole reveling in the feel of her fisting me.

“It was going to hurt either way,” she hisses.

“Yeah,” I agree, because I know she’s right. “I have to move, Adelaide.”

“Okay,” she whispers.

One single word, approval after giving me something no other man can have, after trusting me enough, loving me enough to offer it to me. I have tears in my own eyes, not at the sensation of her gripping me, squeezing me as I move slowly in and out of her, but from the explosion of emotions at the whole ordeal.

Her fingernails dig into my back as I thicken inside her, on the verge of exploding.

“Kiss me,” she begs, and I give her exactly what she needs as her body fulfills the same for me a little lower.

I stay inside her, unable to pull away as our breaths calm.

“That was beautiful,” she whispers against my cheek as I nuzzle her neck.

“I’m sorry I hurt you,” I rasp when she clutches at me as I try to pull away.

“You didn’t,” is what her mouth says, but she winces when I move.

I cock an eyebrow at her.

“I mean, it wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be,” she corrects.

“Don’t sugarcoat things for me, ever, Addi. If you’re feeling it, I want to know.”

She nods in agreement.

“Now, I don’t want you to freak out, but there’s a little blood on the sheets. I think we should shower and maybe go to sleep in the other room.”

“Sounds perfect.”

I scoop her up, cradling her to my chest. She doesn’t even bother looking back at the evidence of our coupling. Her eyes stay on mine and remain there through our shower. We climb into the bed, sated yet exhausted, and ready to take on the world.

She sighs, content, against my chest, and I couldn’t ask for a more perfect moment.

Her breathing grows steady and soft. I pull her closer.

“I love you, Adelaide.”