Page 81 of If You Loved Me

I rose from his lap and we both stood, facing one another. He didn’t take his eyes off me as he stripped off his flannel and t-shirt, revealing his tanned chest and abs. I went to take off my jacket, but he reached for my wrist and said, “Let me.”

“Okay,” I swallowed the dryness in my throat. The flames from the fire danced in the reflection of his irises and I thought how fitting it felt to have a roaring fire right next to us when it resembled how I felt for this man. He burned away every bit of my insecurities and made me feel like I could withstand the heat of this world as long as I had him by my side. He made me feel alive. He made me burn bright.

With my jacket thrown to the side, he played with the hem of my long sleeve shirt, fingers grazing against the skin of my stomach. Every part of me he touched sent a thrill of electric energy to my core. I lifted my arms over my head and felt the scrape of his rough knuckles along my ribcage and arms before my head came through and I saw him toss my shirt onto my jacket.

Those blue eyes dipped to my breasts, nipples peeking through the sheer blue lace of my bra. Goosebumps rose along my skin as he reached behind me and unsnapped my bra with one hand. My breasts fell free as I slid the straps down my arms and dropped the dainty fabric on the ground.He licked his lips, his Adam’s Apple bobbing up and down as he took me in.

“My turn,” my voice was hoarse. I stepped closer until we were toe-to-toe and reached between us. Cold metal bit at my skin as I unclasped his belt buckle, then worked my way to his button and zipper. The bulge of his cock and taut ass kept his jeans from falling, so I bunched the fabric in my hands and pulled down. His length tented his boxers, my mouth watering at the memory of how he tasted against my tongue.

Finishing it off, he glided his boxers down, freeing himself. My clit throbbed and I knew I was already soaking wet as I followed suit and stripped the rest of my clothes off. We stood there, staring at one another, a shiver running over my entire body as the low temperature finally started to settle over my skin.

“Cold?” he asked.

“Yes, but I’m okay.”

Grabbing the top blanket from the pallet, he sat down in front of the pillows. “Come here,” he urged.

I straddled his lap again, nearly hissing at the contact of his cock pressed against my clit. It felt so fucking good and he wasn’t even inside of me yet. Then, he wrapped the blanket around my shoulders and leaned back on the pillows. A crinkling sound emanated between us as he reached into the pocket of his jeans next to him. He pulled out a condom and went to tear the packet, but I grabbed his wrist and stopped him.

“I’ve been on birth control since I was a teenager. I don’t want anything between us.”

His eyes were like raging storms as he nodded slowly. “You’re in control. We go at your pace,” he said, tossing the condom packet somewhere in the dirt.

“Okay,” I whispered, my voice a little shaky. Nerves of excitement and anticipation had my body buzzing.

With the blanket draped over my shoulders and Ranger lying below me, I took a moment to settle my eyes on the details of him. How a crease formed along the corners of his lips with the tilt of his smile. The thickness of his brows framing his beautiful blue eyes with long lashes fanning around them. Down to his chest, where his skin was completely smooth, and out towards his arms where his corded forearms reminded me of just how hard he worked every day. And finally to his hands that held onto my hips, callouses scraping against my skin.

He was beautiful. So perfect.

And I got to share this pivotal moment with him. He was all mine and I was his.

My chest rose with an inhale as I reached between us, grabbing onto his length. He was hot and smooth against my hand. Guiding him to my entrance, I felt Ranger’s grip on my hips tighten slightly. When I had him nestled against me, I rested both my hands on his chest and slowly worked my way down his cock, taking him in inch by inch.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered into the night around us, our eyes meeting. Words were lost to me. He filled me so fully the more I settled on top of him. I couldn’t concentrateon anything other than where we connected, our bodies becoming one.

I’d broken my hymen years ago with a vibrator. There was no pain with Ranger. No resistance as I slid all the way to his hilt.

“Fuck it feels good,” I hissed through my teeth. “You feel so good inside of me.”

“Yes,” he said through clenched teeth before he rose from his back and sat up with me. We were face-to-face, his cock hitting me deep in my core before he threaded his hands through my hair and kissed me.

I moaned into his mouth, sweeping my tongue against him. I started to move my hips forward and backward, working him slowly. Tingles spread over my entire body, my clit ground against him as I rode his cock. His mouth sealed over my right breast while he palmed the left. I let my head fall back as I moved up and down, stroking his cock with my pussy. I could feel his ridge and how every time I came down on him, his dick pulsed against me.

“Don’t stop,” I told him, his lips moving over to my left breast.

“Not a fucking chance.” His tongue flicked over my nipple, then he took it between his teeth and pulled gently. The edge of pleasure and pain was like a lightning bolt to my clit. I couldn’t get enough friction against him. My movements became frantic as my climax built deep within me.

Releasing my breast, he brought his forehead to mine, hand pressed against the back of my head. His eyes werepiercing as he said, “Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me what your body needs.”

“Rub my clit,” I breathed.

He bit into my bottom lip in a searing kiss as his hand dipped between us, those rough fingers grazing over my clit. My pace quickened, riding him so fucking good as he rubbed my clit, back and forth. I looked down, watching my slick arousal coat his fingers, catching glimpses of his cock pushing in and out of me.

“Yes, baby. That’s it. Please, don’t stop. Just. Like. That.” I closed my eyes, taking in the feel of him inside me. The way he moved against my clit, giving me exactly what I needed.

A moan escaped his lips as I slowed down, pulling myself up until his tip teased my entrance. Then I slid down so slow, I could feel every part of him filling me. This was what I’d waited for. Not some rushed chaos in the back of a car when I was a teenager. No. I wanted a fucking man to show me the true meaning of pleasure. Someone I loved who would take his time making sure I got what I needed. But as I opened my eyes, I knew it was even more than that. I was waiting forhim. There was no one else in this world who could make me feel this way. And I wanted him to know that.

Grasping the back of his neck, I pressed my cheek to his. Our chests meeting with each breath. “I love you, Ranger,” I whispered, a tear falling down my face. “I don’t care if that makes me crazy. Because I love you and I never want to stop loving you.”

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