Page 3 of I'm Yours

My lips are so close to hers I can feel her breath brush against my lips and it’s making me dizzy. I’ve imagined kissing her so many times, dreamt of it and it’s finally going to happen. I wait for a sign that she doesn’t want this but she never gives it to me.

“Sadie,” I whisper against her lips and then we’re kissing. My mouth is pressed against hers lightly and it’s possible my heart could explode out of my chest. I’ve only kissed two other girls and neither were anything like this, and we’ve only just begun. I press my lips harder to hers and turn my head to the right to get a better angle. Sliding my tongue against her lips, I silently beg her to open for me. When our tongues touch for the first time, I swear I see fireworks behind my closed lids.

This is perfect. Exactly what I’d been holding back from being with anyone else. Our kiss starts out slow, exploring, tasting every inch of each other. But it doesn’t take long for it to build into something more. Hungry and anxious, our hands roam, touching places I’ve only dreamed of our hands touching. She grips the hem of my t-shirt and lifts, sliding one hand beneath the material and the second her soft fingers come in contact with my skin, I’m sure it lights on fire.

My hands shake as I mimic her, and when I feel the silky skin of her tight stomach, I know there’s no turning back. I couldn’t even if I wanted to. And the way she’s moaning quietly and inching closer and closer to me, I know we’re on the same page.

The only thing we have never agreed on is the way she sees herself so it’s my instincts kicking in that tells me she’s more than okay with this going in the direction I see it going. And once we take this step, there’s no turning back for us. And fuck, I’m so ready for that.

“I’ve waited four years to kiss you,” I murmur and I feel her smile against my lips. It makes me feel like I just single-handedly won our football state championship. She’s so amazing. Gentle, kind, giving, so beautiful it’s breathtaking. If I had to choose between staring at her for the rest of my life and never seeing the turquoise waters of Flathead Lake that’s surrounded by the majestic deep purple mountains again, I’d choose her any day.

I twist us so she’s lying back, I know it’s not comfortable for her and growl at myself for not thinking of grabbing the blanket out of the cab of my pickup. I’m afraid if I stop to get it, though, I’ll wake from the dream. But then she winces and I spring up, demanding she stays put. She giggles, nods, and touches her lips with the tip of her fingers. Lightning fast, I grab the blanket and two hoodies that are always in my pickup and return to her.

We work together to lay the blanket down then I use the hoodies for a pillow for her head. Slowly I lower myself over her. Inside, I’m shaking. So nervous but at the same time wired. I’m a mix of emotions and I hate that she hasn’t told me that she loves me back, especially if we’re about to have sex for the first time. But I know she needs more time. That’s fine with me. We have a lifetime together ahead of us. Maybe that’s jumping the gun a bit, considering that I just kissed her for the first time tonight. But when a guy knows, he knows. At least, for me. I’m not wishy-washy. I know my feelings and they’re never going to change.

I reach between us and look into her dark eyes for permission before undoing the button on her jeans. She smiles and bites her lip, giving me a slight nod. My fingers tremble as they work to get her jeans undone. I want to go slow, but Sadie has other plans. The second my fingers come in contact with her center, even over her underwear, something shifts and we’re no longer taking our time. It’s a race to see who can remove the other’s clothing first. We’re tossing shirts and jeans behind us, underwear goes flying and her bra gets unsnapped and flung to the side.

“Reed,” she moans when I kiss my way down her chest. I suck and pinch lightly and drag my tongue over every inch of her that she allows me to. I’m about to go down on her, which I’ve never done before, but she stops me, placing her hands under my armpits and yanking me up to her. That’s fine, she’s not ready for that. Just like everything else, we have a lifetime.

“I have a condom. In my wallet.” She raises an eyebrow at me and I roll my eyes. “Dad gave it to me a year ago. No clue why other than he said he wasn’t ready to be a grandpa anytime soon.”

“Okay. That’s good.” I don’t know what she’s saying is good, but she’s not saying we don’t need one. Thankful my arms are long, I reach over and find my wallet, pull out the single condom that I prayed I’d use with her, and tear it open. She watches every movement when I pull it out of the foil and line it up over the tip and roll it on.

“Are you okay? Is this… is this what you want?” I ask, needing to make sure. If she says no, we’ll stop. I would rather cut off my dick than force her to do anything she’s not ready for.

“Yes.”

One word. That’s all she gives me. So I look into her eyes. The ones that have never been able to lie to me and silently beg for truth. Confident in what I’m seeing, I lower myself and line us up.

My next question feels like knives in my throat but I need to ask her. “Is this your first time?”

Her head is jerky and eyes are wide when she looks down at our centers. I’m hard and throbbing, poised to enter her. I can tell she’s nervous but it doesn’t add to my nerves. It only makes me realize how right this is. “Yeah. It is.”Fuck yes!“Yours?”

“Yeah.” I want to say I was waiting for it to be with her but I don’t want to freak her out. Instead, I tell her, “We’ll take it slow and if it hurts too much, tell me and I’ll stop, okay?”

She nods and offers up a smile. I slowly push my way inside and let out a little curse. She feels so good. Tight and slick. The little amount of foreplay we did has her ready for me, but I still feel like a jackass I didn’t take more time with her.A lifetime.The reminder of what we will have together replays in my head. I move again, going in a little deeper. Inch by inch, I slowly enter her until I’m all the way. Our bodies fit together perfectly, our chests heaving. I lick my lips and kiss her as I continue to move, hoping that the distraction of the kiss will help with any pain she’s feeling.

Her legs shift, wrapping around my waist and I raise up on my hands, like I’m doing a pushup over her. She lifts a hand and places it on my cheek, down my jaw, over my shoulder and down to grip my bicep. “You’re okay?”

“Mm hmm. It’s good.”

“Ready for more?”

“Are you?” she counters saucily and fuck, why didn’t I know for sure that I was in love with her? I’m a moron for not seeing it.

I smirk and move quicker, our bodies becoming one. The only thing that would make this more perfect, well, aside from her telling me she loves me, too, would be if there was no barrier between us and we’d have had more time together. Maybe in a bed instead of the back of my truck. But some day, soon, when we’re sure and she can get on the pill or something, we’ll get there. Fuck, there I go again, jumping ahead. But it’s hard not to when I’m buried inside her and nothing else has ever felt so right.

Twisting my hips a little bit, I enter her at a different angle and then she moves her hand, finding her clit between us. Holy shit. I’m not going to last. Not only am I having sex with Sadie Jones, I’m watching her pleasure herself like she knows what she’s doing. How am I supposed to keep going when that’s what I’m seeing?

“Sadie,” I moan and she cries out, telling me that she’s about to come, which is a damn good thing because I am, too.

“Reed!” she shouts into the cool, mountain night air and that’s all it takes. Somehow, on our first time together, we both come at the same time, which only reiterates the fact that I know we’re perfect together.

We come down from our high, breathing deeply and cuddling close after I remove the condom and we put our clothes back on. It doesn’t take us long to drift off to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms.

Everything is perfect when I wake up with her, the sun just barely making its way into the sky. She holds my hand as we drive back to town, but the closer and closer we get to the divide she focuses so much on, the looser her grip on my hand becomes. I try to hold on, but I know what’s happening.

She’s not just physically slipping away, she’s emotionally slipping away, too. The tension in the cab is thick. I grip the steering wheel tightly, frustration, fear, anger all battling inside me.

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