Hold My Breath(67)

“You were happy. Evan made you happy, and that…” he stops, shaking his head lightly, breathing out a regretful laugh that quirks the edge of his mouth, a small dimple shadowed by his whiskers. “Maddy, there is not a thing in this world I wouldn’t have done to make you happy.”

His words land on my chest. They dig inside and squeeze my heart and stop my breath. So many things have twisted and turned since Will came back—since he came home. Our worlds have been on this slow decent, but they’ve collided together here and now. Our truths have tangled, and it’s clear now as I look at him that there is no going back for us. We will always be everything we’ve always been for one another. We’ll always push; we’ll always compete—he’ll always be my fire—but not without everything else, we are beyond those things. Not without this.

Will is deliberate as he moves his body flush against mine, my hands searching along his abs and around to his back, feeling every curve and ridge of the muscles that define his shoulders. His arms carry his speed while his back is where his strength is; I could spend hours tracing every bend along his frame. His hands move underneath me, pulling my chest tight to his as he rolls to his back and pulls me so I’m now on top of him. His hands slide up my sides, and his thumbs hook under my T-shirt as he drags it up my stomach and chest. I rise so I’m now straddling him and help him lift it the rest of the way, then slide the straps of my bra down my shoulders just before he takes over, unhooking the clasp in the front and gliding the soft cotton down the length of my arms.

Every movement takes time. I stand and pull away my shorts and panties while he watches, a heavy breath doused in desire leaving his mouth. Will slides off his jeans and boxers, discarding them over the side of the bed before his fingertips reach for mine. He guides me back to him, his hands letting go of mine when I’m near enough that he can touch my thighs. His fingertips slowly snake upward, and I blush as he pauses with his thumbs circling along the top of my legs, where my muscles are the largest. The curves he said he admired bring a devilish grin to his mouth, and he blinks slowly, his mouth hung open as if he’s ready to taste. His gaze moves to my eyes, and he looks at me with a rawness that warms my core.

I fall to him slowly, his erection hard against my inner thigh as I move down. His hand wraps around his hard thickness, and he guides himself into place just as I feel the heat of him against my center. As I sink onto him completely, my head falls back, my lips part, and I breathe out in pleasure.

Slow.

Tender.

Every single movement meaningful.

I move above him, my hips working in a steady rhythm that never builds, and that Will never rushes. It’s purposeful, meant to make this feeling last as long as it can. It’s something we both crave. My head falls forward and my eyes meet his just as my palms fall to his chest to steady myself as I move with him.

I feel him deep inside, and then I lift until he’s nearly gone. His fingers glide up my thighs to my hips, pausing as I slide down him again. His hands trail up my stomach, up my ribs, and to my breasts. His fingers stroke my hard peaks like feathers, and I shiver from his barely-there touch.

We move like this, in sync, every movement tender and carrying so many unspoken words. We make love as if it’s both the first time and the hundredth—everything new, yet every touch familiar. My body reacts to the pressure of him hitting me inside, and I cry out when the shudders that rush through me become unbearable. I ache for more as each wave passes until I can’t hold my need back any longer. I close my eyes and fall down on him hard, again and again until his hips begin to lift to meet me and his hands slide down to my hips, driving me down on him harder.

“Fuck, Maddy,” he groans, and I cry out with a new wave just as I feel his warmth fill me inside. Will rolls me to my back quickly, his hands digging into my ass while I grip his shoulders and he rocks into me three more times, his chest shuddering with his final pump.

I lie still while he pushes into me as deep as my body will accept him then lets his head fall against mine again. Our skin is moist, and his breath is hot. My hands reach for his face, my lips craving his kiss, but before I can reach him, Will stops me, backing away enough to look me in the eyes, his cock still hard inside me.

His right thumb runs along my cheek and his mouth curves up on one side. I shift and the feel of him in me makes me tingle in my core, and I cry out, begging. Will’s smirk grows larger.

“Give me the look,” he commands, reaching down and stroking me just where his cock is still buried.

My lips part and a desperate breath escapes my chest. I shake my head slightly and wiggle my hips, desperate to push him deeper. Just as I do, Will moves back, not leaving me completely, but enough that I feel empty and my body quivers with the slide of his dick inside.

“Look at me,” he lowers his chin, “like you want it.”

My breathing becomes hard to control, and I try to move my hips closer, but Will only holds me in place, his grasp on me firm. I whimper and stare him in the eyes as he bends down, his mouth covering mine and sweeping against my lips softly until I feel a rough edge glide against my top lip and move to my bottom. He nips at my lower lip, tugging it gently between his teeth and letting go, leaving me hungry and on the edge of another orgasm by just barely touching me.

“Maddy, you know how to look at me,” he says.

I breathe slowly through my nose, finally understanding. My mouth curves gradually as my eyes haze and center on his, my focus narrowing until I only see the blue.