Proving Paul's Promise(53)

She’s already close, so I slide two fingers into her heat and tip them up, making a come-hither motion against that spongy little spot inside her that I hope will make her go crazy. She stills. “So it does exist,” she breathes.

I laugh against her clit, and she growls.

“Do that again.”

I hum, sucking in gentle strokes, and suddenly, her body bows. She grabs my head and pushes my face into her *, and I lick and suck until I can barely take a breath, until I get every quiver from her arching body. I pull my fingers from inside her, and she watches as I stick them in my mouth and lick them clean. She’s so f*cking wet that there’s a puddle under her on the sheets, and I love that I just did that to her. I wipe my face on the sheets and climb up her body until we’re nose to nose. I’m just going to rub noses with her because I just ate her out, but she takes my lips and kisses me solidly. Her tongue slides in my mouth, and she touches me in ways no one else ever has before.

“Fuck me,” she says. I look into her eyes. I want to correct her and tell her that I want to make love to her, but I know that will get me nowhere. She fists her hands in my hair, and I’ve just about had enough of that. I made her come buckets already, so I deserve to have a little of what I want. I take her hands in mine and anchor them against the bed sheets with my weight. She struggles for a moment, and then she whispers, “Okay.” She stills beneath my weight.

“My way,” I say.

She shivers. “All right.”

Her gaze lands on my chest, and she sees the butterfly. “When did you get that?” she asks.

“Today.”

“Why?”

“Because I love you and want to keep you close to my heart.”

“The butterfly is not broken.”

“Neither are you.”

Her breath escapes her in a huge rush, and tears fill her eyes. I don’t let her wipe them away. I hold on to her hands and press against her slick hole, nudging just barely inside.

“You’re so f*cking tight,” I say, my voice guttural and harsh.

I kiss her, just because I can.

I push and meet resistance. “Relax and let me in.” She’s so f*cking wet that she’s slippery. “Let me in, Friday,” I say.

She turns her head to look away from me.

I whisper in her ear. “You don’t have to tell me you love me back. I can wait. I’ll still love you no matter what.”

She whispers something, but her eyes are jammed shut and she has her head turned away from me.

“What did you say?” I stop pushing, stop trying to get inside her.

She tips her face up to mine. “I do,” she says quietly.

“You do what?” I whisper back. I can feel her heat wrapped all around me, but I’m not in fully. Will I ever be?

“I do love you,” she says. She tips her hips, her body relaxes, a smile breaks across her face, and I sink inside her to the hilt. “I do love you,” she says again. She wiggles her palms from under mine and takes my face in her hands. “I love you, Paul.”

I’m in her, balls deep, but I can’t move. I can just stare into her face because I’ve never seen such acceptance and trust in her green eyes. She’s usually so wary, but she’s open under me, allowing me inside her in every way possible. I let her hands go, and she wraps them around my neck. Her feet rest on the backs of my calves and she’s so open and so trusting.

“I’m in.”

She nods, and a tear slides down the side of her face toward her hairline. I catch it with my lips, the salty taste of her like the sweetest essence against my lips. “You’re in.”

Then I move. I slide out of her, her wetness slathering me, and then I push back in. Her hips tilt so she can meet me, and I sink all the way in. I sit up a little so I can look down between us, and I watch her take me inside. When I pull back, my dick is all creamy, and she feels so f*cking good.

“I can’t last long.”

“Make love to me, Paul,” she says. And she looks into my eyes. I slide my arms under her shoulders and pull her to me, and then I do as she requested. I make love to her. I f*ck her. I pound in and out of her, and her cries spur me on. She murmurs sweet words of love and affection in my ear, and I close my eyes and try to hold out a little longer, but she’s so f*cking tight. It’s like a hot, silky, buttery glove wrapped around my dick, squeezing me so tightly.

She comes undone around me, her walls squeezing me even tighter, and I stop moving so I can ride it out. I feel her quake around me, and without even another push, I come inside her. I soak her walls, pushing so deep I’m afraid I’ll hurt her, but she just whispers, “More,” in my ear. “More, Paul.”

My dick is so sensitive that I have to stop moving. I look down at her and say the only thing that pops into my head. “Wow.” I can barely breathe.

She giggles, and I slide out of her. I wince because her sheath surrounds me until it doesn’t, and the wet friction makes the glide almost painful.

“You okay?” I ask.

She nods and buries her face in my chest, suddenly shy.

“You sure?”

“Yeah. Just feeling kind of exposed. That was pretty intense.”

I fall onto my back and pull her forward to lie on my chest. “I’ve never had sex like that.”