Page 46 of The Truth About Love

“Good girl.”

I hook my fingers into the strip of lace and tear it from her body. Not giving her time to second guess herself, I run my tongue along the length of her slit. She bucks, hands shooting out to grab fistfuls of my hair.

Her breath quickens. Shallow, little gasps that shake the more I lick at her and when I suck her clit into my mouth, they transform into low, breathy moans. My tongue traces patterns over her swollen bud and I pay close attention to the shapes that elicit the biggest reactions, repeating them over and over again until her entire body is quivering.

So responsive.

It’s as if her body is an orchestra and I’m its conductor, controlling the rhythm of her pleasure and leading her closer and closer to a climax that I know will be symphonic with every flick of my tongue.

“Auden, I… I’m…” Her legs shake, her back bows off the bed. “I don’t know what’s happening to me.”

“I’ve got you, baby.”

I lick at her faster, my hands gripping her thighs to keep them apart. When I slip a finger into her wet heat, followed shortly by a second, her body convulses, her lips falling open on a silent scream.

Wow.

I’ve never seen anything so beautiful as Summer-Raine falling apart.

It’s an adrenaline rush like no other, a power trip I could easily get addicted to.

I lick her through it all, refusing to stop until I’ve drawn out every single tremble and moan her body has to offer.

“Oh my god,” she whispers, once the last of her orgasm has washed over her. “That’s never happened to me before.”

“You’ve never made yourself come?” I ask.

“Yeah, I have,” she breathes. “But never like that.”

I grin, sitting up on my knees to pull my wallet out the pocket of my jeans that I’d discarded earlier. Finding the foil wrapper, I slide off my underwear and situate myself back between Summer-Raine’s legs.

“Are you ready?” I ask, leaning over her to place a kiss on her bruised lips. “You can still change your mind.”

Her skin is flushed, glowing from the effects of her climax. She’s radiant. So exquisitely beautiful that it hurts for me to look at her, and yet I can’t look anywhere else.

“I’m ready, Auden.”

“If you want to stop at any point, just tell me and I will, okay? I won’t be mad. We can just cuddle and go to sleep.”

She strokes her fingers down the side of my face. “I want this. I want you.”

Her words have my eyes closing and I suck in a deep breath through my nose to prepare myself. Because even if I’m not losing my virginity tonight, this will be a first for me too.

I’ve never had sex with someone I’m in love with.

Slowly, I roll the condom down the length of me and line myself up at her entrance.

I hold her gaze as I push into her. Her eyes widen. Her breath stutters. I’m so terrified of hurting her that I barely move an inch at a time. She’s so tight, she’s basically strangling me.

When she releases a pained cry, my body stills. “Oh, fuck, baby.” I cradle her head in my hands, stroking her hair and ghosting my fingers across her forehead as she fights to breathe through the pain. “I’m sorry, I love you. I’m sorry, I love you. I’m sorry, I love you.” I whisper these words over and over again, comforting both her and me.

It’s a bizarre paradox. The indescribable pleasure I feel at being inside of her partnered with the horror of causing her pain. I’m stuck between the urge to pull out to stop hurting her, and the feeling of never wanting this experience to end.

“You can move now,” she whispers, a lone tear leaking from the corner of her eye.

I brush it away with my thumb before covering her mouth with mine as I slowly slide the rest of the way inside her. I give her a second to adjust before pulling my hips back only to thrust back in again.

All too soon, tingles begin erupting at the base of my spine, but I refuse to come this early and leave her behind. She needs to enjoy this too. Needs to experience the same ecstasy that I’m feeling at us finally being part of each other.

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