Fighting Silence (On the Ropes #1)(15)

“I swear.”

“Why not?” he questioned further, and a smile pulled at the corner of my mouth.

“Because I love you.”

A deep rumble of approval vibrated in his chest. Suddenly, he removed his hand and rolled so I was on my back, and he settled on his knees between my legs. I was small and Till was huge. He all but manhandled me. Though it wasn’t rough, it was definitely rushed.

His chest heaved as his eyes flashed between mine, occasionally glancing down to my bra and more than once to my panties. He swallowed hard.

“I want it all,” he whispered, licking his lips before continuing. “Every single first you have to give, I want it.” As he spoke, his eyes melted, becoming far younger than his eighteen years and a stark comparison to his physical appearance. They were unsure and dire.

I pressed myself up. While holding his eyes, I reached back and unsnapped my bra, letting it fall down my arms. “Then they’re all yours,” I promised.

A strangled sigh escaped his throat, and his dark eyes heated in a way I had never seen before. Looping his fingers in the pink cotton, he dragged my panties down my legs, discarding them on the floor beside us.

Completely exposed, I lay in front of Till, awaiting his next move. His eyes traveled over my body, but his hands were frozen at his side.

“Till,” I whispered.

“Shhhh.” He continued to stare.

Never in my life had I been naked in front of a man. It was terrifying.

“You’re making me nervous.”

“I’ve waited a really long time for this,” he said with a shaky voice. “I’ve imagined you like this, every single moment, for years.” His eyes flashed to mine. “I never thought I would have you.”

“You’ve always had me. Touch me, Till.”

He sucked in a deep breath and then lifted a hesitant hand to my breast. His thumb brushed over my nipple, and I arched off the pillow from the contact.

“Fuck,” he hissed.

Starting at my belly button, he slowly trailed kisses up to my breast—sucking it into his mouth before making his way to the other. He was gentle and soft as he explored my body. From my breasts, he moved up to my neck and, finally, my mouth. It was lazy and calculated. But it didn’t matter where he touched me—it was exactly the right spot.

I released a moan into his mouth as his hand slid between my legs. His long finger pressed inside my opening, and whatever noise I made was overpowered by his loud growl.

As his finger found its rhythm inside me, I reached out and grabbed the back of his hoodie. “Take this off,” I boldly ordered. “I want to feel you too.”

His hand froze as he eyed me warily. “Why?” he asked.

At first, it confused me. I assumed “I want to feel you” was pretty self-explanatory, but as I looked up into his insecure eyes, I realized it was far more than just a surface-level inquiry.

So I repeated his words back to him. “Because I’ve waiting for a long time too. Every. Single. Moment. For years.”

The words had barely cleared my lips before Till went wild.

His mouth slammed over mine as he dragged the hoodie off—separating the kiss only long enough for the cotton to clear his head. I followed him as he sat up, and our hands fumbled together over the button of his jeans. He got the denim past his hips before pressing me back down. Using my feet, I hurriedly kicked them off the rest of the way.

Till’s naked body covered me completely. His hard-on glided against my stomach as his hips rolled against mine. I allowed my fingers to roam over the rippled muscles on his back, moaning when he flexed as he sat up.

Using both of his hands, he spread my legs wide. I watched as he descended down the cushions, his eyes holding mine until he settled on his elbows. Then his head dipped and he dragged his tongue over my clit.

“Oh, God!” I cried out.

“Have you ever come before?” He licked me again, and instinctually, I lifted my hips.

“Yes,” I breathed.

His head snapped up, leaving me utterly lost. “With a guy?” he questioned roughly.

“No.”

A one-sided smile tipped his lips. “Good. I want that too.”

He quickly sealed his mouth over my sensitive bud, and one of his hands made its way to my opening. He slowly pressed the tip of his finger inside before adding another. I cried out from the surprising and mildly painful intrusion, but as his tongue began a smooth rhythm, the cries morphed into ones of ecstasy.

I writhed under him as he relentlessly drew the impending orgasm to the surface. It wasn’t quick, nor was it perfect, but he was dedicated. I came against his tongue and around his fingers while calling out his name.

He continued his torturous strokes even as I came down from my high.

“Till, please,” I pleaded when the sensations became more than my tingling body could handle.

I grabbed at his shoulders, trying to pull him up. Releasing a breath as he sat up, he kneeled between my legs. He didn’t remove his fingers. Instead, he watched intently as he slowly glided them in and out of me. I wanted to be embarrassed and cover up. It was awkward at best, but the heated look on his face had me brazenly dropping my knees to the sides.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.

“So are you.” I dragged my nails over his chest and down over the defined ridges of his abs.