Page 122 of Get Me to the Starting Line

She gives me some space so I can take my pants off, and then I watch as she takes the rest of me in. Her teeth embed in her lower lip when she sees my cock for the first time.

Before I can brace myself, she leans down, dragging her tongue up the underside, causing my hips to buck. I almost spill when she licks the bead of precum off my tip.

“Holy fuck, woman,” I groan as she swirls my head into her mouth. I have to grip the sheets in an attempt not to thrust into her mouth and choke her.

She licks and teases me, and I know she’s paying me back for how I edged her. But I’m already seeing stars and all other thoughts abandon me. I have to be inside her. I have to at least try.

I flip her over onto her back and hover so I don’t suffocate her. Splayed out, pliant, and staring at me like she wants me taking up as much space as possible, she doesn’t seem real. I need her. I grip my cock and drag myself over her entrance. She’s so fucking wet.

“Shit, condom,” I hiss when my tip nudges her entrance. That may be the last coherent thought I ever have.

She shakes her head. “I haven’t been with anyone in years. I’m also on birth control.” I’m eternally grateful she doesn’t say his name in this moment, because I don’t need the reminder that he made her feel like shit about herself when she’s a fucking goddess underneath me.

“I also haven’t been with anyone in over a year. And I’ve never been with anyone that way.” I’m trying not to sound too eager, but the thought of being inside her, bare ... I’m not going to last long.

Her eyes soften, and the feel of her fingertips brushing my cheek stops my heart.

“Are you sure?” I ask, and when she nods, I drop my head to her forehead, kissing her slow and soft.

“I am going to start complaining if you are not inside me in the next five seconds,” she whispers against my lips.

How can I refuse?

With a quick motion, I grab a pillow and guide it under her hips, making sure this is as good for her as it can be. I drag my length up her slit again, coating myself with her release. Because I was trying not to be presumptuous, I don’t have any lube with me. That would have made this more comfortable for her, and I’m kicking myself now. But she’s so wet it may not matter.

She opens her legs, allowing me entrance. Our matching gasps fill the silence between us as I inch in achingly slow. Her pussy is tight, and the stars I was seeing before burst in my eyes. Holy fucking hell.

So tight. Too tight. Shit.

“Am I hurting you?” The worry of causing her pain has dampened my lust, which may be a good thing because she feels too fucking good.

“No,” she lets out with a breath.

“Put your legs over my shoulders,” I order, dying to get fully seated inside her.

Heat flares in her eyes at the command, and she does what I ask, lifting one leg and then the other, opening herself up even more. I ease in, letting her adjust as needed. Her head tips back as her breathing quickens.

“Oh god, Julien,” she breathes.

“You okay?” I stop, searching her face for any signs that I’m too much.

“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” she hisses, and when I push fully inside her, she moans, clenching.

“Fuck,” I groan. Squeezing my eyes shut, I have to stop for my own good right now. There’s no way I’m coming after this one thrust.

“You okay?” she asks, parroting me. I can hear the teasing smile in her voice, but I can’t open my eyes. If I look at her right now there’s no way I’ll survive.

I grunt in response and she laughs, causing her body to shift under me. That one movement unleashes me and I pull almost all the way out and thrust back into her. Her laugh turns into a moan.

That fucking sound.

“I’ll try to be gentle but fuck, Leah—” I breathe.

“You aren’t going to hurt me,” she whispers.

I finally meet her eyes and then we’re kissing, mouths open and messy as I move in and out, pounding into her. She meets me thrust for thrust, her head arching back as she moans.

“Je ne sais pas comment j’ai vécu sans toi.” I mean to say it in English, but my brain is not working and the words slip out in French. I’ve never felt like this before. Never so raw and undone and yet perfectly content at the same time. I’ve never been in love. How could I be, when she was out there?

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