Page 182 of Creep

“Yeah?”

“Yes,” she hissed out indignantly.

“How about this: I love you too.”

It was her turn to tense up. Then she pushed up until I could see those soulful brown eyes of hers. God, sometimes I felt like I could get lost in their bottomless depths forever.

“You do?” she asked.

“How could you not know?” Had I been doing such a bad job of showing her? “How could you not know that you are the very air I breathe? That when I wake up in the morning, it’s you I think about. That you haunt my waking moments and my dreams. That you are everything. I am utterly, completely, and obsessively in love with you.”

Tears shimmered in her eyes. I cupped her cheek, and one fell and hit my thumb.

“Baby, please don’t cry. You know I can’t stand seeing you cry.”

She shook her head. “Happy tears.”

“Happy tears,” I repeated. I never understood the concept of happy tears. I had never felt the urge to cry because I was so happy, but I supposed… that was normal.

She let out a wet laugh. “Yes, happy tears. You make me so happy. Something I never thought I would say with you, but it’s true.”

I smiled a little at that. Happiness was something I knew very little about, considering everything that had happened in my life. But she was as close to happiness as I could possibly get and so much more than I would ever deserve, and I wouldn’t let her go. Not now, not forever.

I pulled her on top of me and kissed her.

She kissed me back with equal fervor, her hands clutching my shoulders, her nails digging harder and harder into my skin with each pass of my tongue against her.

“Fuck,” I whispered against her lips when she pulled away to catch her breath. I cupped the back of her head and kept her close to me. I didn’t say anything, and neither did she, just trying to savor the moment.

I pulled her down and kissed her once more. Her hands moved from my shoulders to my chest, her fingers gripping my shirt and pulling me in closer and closer to her. When the sensation got to be too much, I twisted us around until she was on the bottom. I pushed her legs apart and moved in between them, pressing my hips down until she could feel my erection against her soft pussy.

She convulsed slightly beneath me from the sensation. “Mael,” she whimpered.

I did it again and again, feeling myself on the edge of losing control completely. And it was just too much. I needed to feel her. I needed to be inside her.

I tugged on her clothes. She raised her arms, making it easier for me to take off her shirt, then her hips when I got to her leggings, along with her panties, baring her to me. I could smell her addictive arousal instantly, making my mouth water.

“Fuck, but you’re wet for me already, aren’t you?” I asked, cupping her pussy as soon as all her clothes were off. She jolted against me, and I squeezed her, letting my hand rub against her slick lips, creating that friction that I knew would drive her insane.

“Oh God,” she screamed out as I increased my pace, moving my hand from side to side in quick, hard succession. Her legs twisted on the bed from the sensation.

“Does that feel good, baby?”

She nodded, her movements choppy, as if she was no longer aware of what she was doing.

“Please.”

“It’s okay, baby. Why don’t you come for me?”

My thumb found her swollen clit and pressed down on it. She shot off, her screams echoing within the walls of the room. I pulled away from her and crawled down her body, settling when my face was directly in front of her pussy. I took in a huge inhale, loving her scent. Fuck me, but I didn’t think I would ever get tired of it. I buried my face in her pussy without warning, and she jolted up, her legs wrapping around my neck on instinct and holding me there.

Her cries and moans filled the air as I ate her out, taking in the taste of her arousal from her orgasm. She reached down until her hands found fistfuls of my hair, pulling on it roughly every time I used my tongue on her.

I fucking loved the pain.

I used my tongue to shift through the lips of her pussy before sweeping it up and taking in more of the slick honey she produced. Fuck, I was going crazy.

Her legs trembled against me, the grip tightening just a little more each time, as if she was trying to cut off my breath. I couldn’t think of a better way to go.

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