Page 76 of I'm Yours

As usual, we’re on the same page. I was such a big talker earlier. Saying that we were going to take things slow. But now…

Foreplay isn’t even a thought with as ready as I am to be inside her.

“I need you inside me, Reed. Now.”

“Demanding little thing,” I tease her even though just seconds ago I was thinking the exact same thing.

She takes me by the waist to pull me onto the bed with her and flips me over, straddles me and then lowers her body, taking me in her hand to line us up. I lift my hips when she pushes down and we both groan, her head dropping back and my eyes squeezing shut. I can’t move. Literally paralyzed from how amazing it feels to have her warmth wrapped around me. Her small body hovering above, her breasts swaying in my face just begging for me to…

I take a nipple into my mouth and she jumps, not expecting the slight bite of pain from my teeth nipping at her. She cries out and hunches her back, her neck bending and head dropping down. Fuck, she’s amazing. Curves lush, her breasts just the right size.

I release her breast with a pop and piston my hips, thrusting into her hard until she places a hand on my chest, body shuddering at her denial of what it needs. She shakes her head, whispers, “My show.”

“Well, all right then,” I tell her and grin, settling in. She wants to take the lead? I’ll let her. She can use me, guide her own orgasm all she wants.

She slams down onto me and this time it’s my turn to cry out. “Shit.”

Her answering smile tells me she was hoping that she’d surprise me. She swivels her hips, grinding down on my dick. Her eyes are on me when she wets her finger, reaches between us, and rubs against her clit. “Fuck. That’s right, Sadie. Touch yourself.”

I watch, eyes wide. I’m buried inside her and it isn’t enough. She continues to grind and twist against me, my hands on her hips to hold her steady. “Can you come like this?”

“Yes,” she barely whispers the word.

“Make it happen.” I want nothing more in this moment than to watch Sadie Jones use me to get herself off. I’m halfway there just watching the show.

“Ahh,” she cries out after a few more twists. A little more rubbing with her finger. I feel her pulse around me and clench my jaw to stop myself from releasing too soon. That’d be unfortunate.

I flip her onto her back, happy to take over, and pull out to stand up. She whimpers in protest but I have other plans. Dragging her to the corner of her bed, I lift her hips and slam back into her. Her legs are draped over my shoulders, my hands gripping her thighs. Her fingers are reaching, trying to touch me anywhere she can but she eventually gives up, head lolling to the side as her arms stretch behind her, gripping a pillow.

The sound of our heavy breathing and moans fills the air around us as we work as one. Our thrusts matching, our eyes meet and she nods. “Coming?” I ask and she nods again. “Fuck yes.”

She squeezes me so hard I come right along with her. Our shouts ringing in my ears as I hold her against me, plunging deep inside her. I collapse, our bodies slick with sweat. Burying my head into her neck, I taste her skin and I swear it causes me to release more into her.

“Holy shit,” she pants.

“I know. Fucking incredible.” The sex. Her. Us.

I lift my head and stare into her eyes, taking her mouth in mine before sliding out and helping her stand. We go to the bathroom to clean up and I give her some privacy while she does her thing. When she returns to her bedroom, she smiles wide when she sees me lying in her bed. She joins me, still naked, cuddling close and resting her head on my shoulder.

“So… that’s what I teach your mom in class.”

My jaw drops. “You did not just say that.”

The sound of her laughter fills the air when I practically attack her, tickling her sides. “You think you’re funny, sweetheart?”

Her eyes are shimmering with happiness which I have no doubt matches my own. It’s almost surreal that we’re here. On the same page. Together. This is what I want for us. Joking together in bed. Waking up together. The things that make up a life. I want her to know Emmy more and for us to spend every day together. The guilt I felt earlier about how quickly things are happening between us seems to be drifting away in the wind.

I am so in over my head with her.

If I’d have been paying attention, I’d have noticed the way the wood of the door jamb had been tampered with.

If I’d have been paying attention, I’d have noticed that my girl was in danger and that the person who was caught on my dad’s camera was lurking, following her every move.

Chapter Nineteen

Sadie

Since I had an early class this morning, Reed went back home around midnight. I wish we could have woken up together, but I know we have the rest of our lives for that. Some would say we rushed enough to get to where we are. Part of me feels that. Part of me feels like it’s been a lifetime in the making.

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