Page 59 of Genesis

The smallest note leaves her lungs, filtering into me, proving to me that she can’t stop this either. No matter if she thinks it’s wrong, it’s too late for her, too. My hands find the backs of her thighs, and my mouth connects with hers as I lift her up. She hooks her arms around my neck, pulling me down, and I open her mouth with mine.

My nervous system catches fire when she rocks her hips, searching for friction. My tongue licks, and my teeth bite as the coldness from outside dissolves. My skin thaws from being so close to her. Moving to the back of the house where she let me have all of her, I turn into the bedroom and pull the comforter back, revealing clean sheets I changed last night after I dropped her off. My knees bend, and I lay her down, my hand going up her sweater, running over her rib cage and across her bra.

I grab a handful of her breast as her cadence matches mine. I pull the sweater up more, bending so I can kiss her stomach and across her ribs. I pull her bra cup down and capture her nipple, sucking and licking, looking up as she looks down. Her chest rises, then falls quickly. Her pupils widen in the low-lit room, and her heart beats erratically against me.

She sits up, cradling my cheeks and stealing my kiss. We go deeper, cling tighter. I let go, pulling my hoodie and shirt over my head as she tosses her sweater and then her bra next to the soft black cotton.

I grab her again, kissing her jaw, up to her ear, breathing her in as she goes for my jeans. I slide my shoes off and my jeans go with them as she lifts her hips and does the same. Almost naked in my bed, she spreads her legs and pulls me down on top of her, gasping when she feels how much I want her.

“Tell me you love me,” I say, creating a tempo with my hips.

She shakes.

“Tell me you’ll never leave,” I breathe as I take her earlobe into my mouth, sucking.

She doesn’t answer the second question and it hurts, but I can’t think about that right now.

“I love you,” she says.

I smile sadly, covering her mouth with mine. Reaching down, I rub her clit through her soaked panties.

Her heavy lids shut, and our lips stay close, touching slightly as her breathing speeds up with every rub of my fingers. I shift back. Pulling down her panties, I kiss the inside of her knee as I slip them over her painted pink toes. She goes to shut her thighs, but I stop her.

She groans as I run my fingers between her lips and bundle of earth-shattering nerves. I grab myself, dragging my hand down my length as I sit up on my knees. She watches with half-moon eyes. I move up, grabbing her thighs, looking down at her as I slide inside slowly. Her eyes shut from pleasure as she grabs the pillow above her head. My jaw tightens, and my heart pounds with hope, love, pain, and an ache that I know will get worse when she wises up.

I fold, dropping my hands beside her head, and I move. Her ankles link behind my back, and she exhales beautifully. I rock into her with a steady beat, leaning down to kiss her breast, sucking the skin until it breaks. Her fingers go in my hair as I fuck her.

“Did you think it would be like this?” she asks me.

“I had an idea,” I reply.

She smiles, knocking emotion from my chest. “I love you, Bexley.” Her smile fades, and in its place is a heartfelt wonder. Her lips lie open, my pace slows, and she feels so fucking good, I could die.

She sits up, causing me to hit deeper. Her hand goes to my nape and she pulls me to her, kissing my lips, running her nose against mine. My stroke speeds up as her back hits the mattress and her nails find my skin. I put my face in the crook of her neck, pushing into her with a steady beat.

“I’m about to come,” I tell her.

She doesn’t respond, but sinks her teeth into my shoulder. Her legs tremble and I grasp the sheets as I let go with a rush of breath from my lungs.

I breathe heavy, feeling my dick throb inside of her before I pull out. I move and lie down on my back, looking up at the ceiling and shutting my eyes as my heart slows.

She puts her hand on my chest and I grab it in mine, holding it as she snuggles beside me.

“I had an idea, too,” she says. My eyes jump down to her and I laugh. I wish I could bottle this moment up because dread is knowing one day I won’t have it.

I bring her closer, and then we get up and shower before I take her back to her car.

“What am I going to tell my uncle about your new car?” she says when we pull into the school parking lot.

I shrug. “Tell him it was my car that got shot up.”

“I can’t tell him that, Danny. Besides, I already lied and said yours was in the shop.”

I scratch the back of my neck. “Shit,” I say, shifting the car into neutral as I pull the emergency brake up. “Well, how about you meet me outside for a while until it blows over?”

“Guess I’ll have to. He’ll wonder why you’re not picking me up, though.”

“I’m sure you can think of something,” I say.

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