The Girl I Was Before (Falling #3)(79)
My lips suck against her skin while my hands move around her breasts, finding the hard pebbles of her nipples again, and bringing them between my thumb and finger for a gentle pull, which only makes Paige writhe against me more.
Feeling brave, I let my right hand slide lower against her ribs, down her abdomen and against the wet lace of her panties, my fingers cupping her center and wishing they were inside. I run my hand over her again, and she lets her legs fall open to me, a nonverbal permission to dip my fingers beneath the material and touch her sensitive skin directly. Everything about her is warm and wet, and as I let my fingers run through her center, teasing and dipping inside her, I pull her into me so I can feel the weight of her body against my hardness.
“Please say you brought something,” she says, her eyes peering up at me now, her head tilted and wanting, everything about her wanting.
“I did,” I say, my voice coming out relieved and excited. Shit, I don’t want her to think that’s what my motive was all along. “I wasn’t planning on…on this. Really, I swear to god there is food in the cooler. This was supposed to be a picnic.” I’m babbling, but stop abruptly as she sits back on her knees in front of me, now facing me, her hands working to unbutton my jeans. I help her. Or I help until her hands find my hardness, then I fall back against the slide, the wind almost knocked out of me just from her touch.
“Houston…” she says, her hand stroking me once as she leans forward, her blond hair feathering against my chest as her other hand moves my sweater up so she can feel my bare skin. “The fact that you didn’t plan this is precisely why I want it so bad. Like…now,” she says, biting her lip. Her hand moves against me a few more times before she tugs my jeans lower. I feel her reach into the pocket of my jeans, and I lift my head to make eye contact with her, nodding that she’s looking in the right place.
She finds the condom quickly, tearing it open with her teeth. As she reaches for me, my hands automatically go to hers to take over. I’m kind of paranoid about making sure I do this right, given my history, and thank god she doesn’t make me explain it. She just lets me finish putting it on, then grabs my wrists when I’m done and guides my arms back over my head, holding me hostage.
I surrender.
The time it takes for her to crawl forward until she’s straddling me is short yet torturous, but once she’s there, she positions herself quickly, moving her panties out of the way just enough for me to find her entry—to slide into her and for her body to fall onto me.
“Holy f*cking Christ,” I say in one breath, my eyelids closing from being overcome with exactly how amazing this feels. I hear her breathe as she moves, and I’m able to will my eyes open just in time to see her close hers. I watch her move against me, lifting and falling as her hands leave my wrists and move to her dress, pulling it up and over her breasts—seeing them from this angle, they may in fact be the most perfect breasts I’ve ever seen.
I slide my hands up her thighs deliberately, stopping at her hips and letting my hands caress her ass, wanting to dig my fingers into her supple skin. I continue my path to her breasts and run my palms over her nipples again, watching her body convulse when I do. As much as her movement paralyzes me, mine seems to electrify her, each pass of my thumb over the hardness of her nipples coaxing her to let me sink even deeper into her.
She’s lost in us, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Each movement against me forces her lips to part even more, until finally she relents and lets out a tiny cry with every rock of her hips. I know I won’t last more than a few more thrusts, so I focus on her—on making her feel satisfied, on giving her a moment of absolute abandon and bliss. My hands on her hips, I slide them inward and let my thumbs move to her center, until I’m touching her where our bodies are already falling hard into pleasure. I stroke against her, pressing lightly against her and teasing until I feel her begin to clench. Her rocking becomes erratic, and when she’s completely lost her rhythm I take over, letting my hands return to her hips, thrusting up into her two more times before following her over the edge.
“Jesus, Paige,” I breathe, letting my body collapse into exhaustion under her, under the stars, in the middle of the outdoors. I wish for just a moment I were a teenager again so I could spend the next week bragging to Casey about what I just did. Instead, I’ll keep this all to myself. I’m pretty good with that, too.
“Oh my god,” she says, letting her body fall forward on top of mine. I bring my arms around her and hold her to me, stroking her hair down her back, loving the weight of her on me, loving…her.
“I fear the picnic is going to be a pretty big let down now. This night…it’s kind of peaked,” I say, leaning forward and kissing the top of her head. Her body shakes as she laughs against me.
“I don’t know, I looked in there and saw some of that spray cheese and Ritz crackers,” she says. I close my eyes and laugh again. I’m pretty sure she’s right. I had that out on the counter, and I’m sure my mom threw it in.
“I f*cking love spray cheese,” I joke. Paige laughs against me again, her body relaxing into me. I let her lie there; let myself have this time—this pause in my life. I let myself touch her while she breathes against me. I made a joke because what I really f*cking love is her. Not just because of this, or because of what we did, but because of the girl I get to see, the one who’s strong, but scared.