Page 101 of Chasing You

She nods. “It feels new yet so familiar at the same time.”

“I know,” I say, brushing my knuckles across her cheek, my touch as light as a feather.

Marina closes her eyes, as if she’s taking a second to groundherself in this moment. I try to do the same, to convince myself this is more than just a dream I’ve wished to come true for too long.

It feels like a leap. Like when the hero of a movie has to jump across the ravine because the bridge broke when the last guy ran across it.

But I don’t want to jump. I want to tiptoe until I reach the other side, and hope Marina is tiptoeing towards me too.

“Miles,” her voice is like an angel’s whisper. “Be with me. Even if it’s just for right now.”

She reaches for my belt buckle, her fingers trailing over the metal as if she’s waiting for my confirmation. I hook my finger under the strap of her bra, letting it fall against her arm. “I will be with you for however long you let me, baby.”

Those words are her undoing. She reaches behind her back, flicking the clasp of her bra open and letting it fall into her lap. My eyes don’t leave hers as I release the buckle on my belt and pull it free of the loops on my pants. She pulls open the button and pushes them down my legs, watching as I step out of them.

I reach underneath her legs, pulling her into my arms and heading for her bedroom. “Miles!” she squeals. “You shouldn’t be lifting anything heavy!”

“You are far from heavy, princess.” I sit down on the edge of the bed, leaving her in my lap. “But I can’t put weight on my arms, I can’t hold myself up how I want to.”

“That’s okay.” She stands from my lap, taking a step back, and I can’t help but drink her in. Can’t help but let my eyes wander over the swell of her perfect breasts and the curve of her hips. I can’t tear my eyes away as she hooks her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and pulls them down her gorgeous legs. “We have options.”

I don’t know how it happened, but I’m on my knees at the side of the bed, looking up at her like she’s the goddess I should be praying to.

“Miles.” A small smile sparkles in her eyes. It’s like she seessomething in my eyes, because then she’s kneeling in front of me, her small hand meeting my cheek.

“I have always been yours,” I say, not holding back anything now. “Even throughout all of the years I was away from you, I was still yours.” Marina climbs into my lap, her eyes misty as they lock on mine. “Please just tell me you’re mine, too.”

I can feel my own eyes burning as tears slide down my girl’s rosy cheeks. This moment feels existential, like it will determine everything moving forward. I can feel the weight of gravity holding me here on the floor.

She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me towards her as she kisses me. She opens her mouth instantly and she’s moaning within seconds, grinding her bare pussy against my cock that’s still hidden beneath my underwear, but I don’t spare a second to complain.

Desire spreads like wildfire through my body, the hot friction between us stoking it.

I can feel Marina’s wet heat through the cotton of my boxers, and all I want to do is be inside of it. As if she feels the same pulsating need that I do, Marina reaches for the drawer of her nightstand, aimlessly feeling around in there without breaking our kiss, before the distinct sound of a condom wrapper has my gaze darting to where she’s now shutting the drawer.

“Having second thoughts?” she asks.

I just shake my head incredulously. “Never.”

“Good.” She pulls the wrapper open with her teeth, making me even harder than I already was—no small feat. She shuffles backward, giving me enough space to get my boxers halfway down my thighs before she rolls the condom down my length.

Her hand is back on my neck and her forehead meets mine as she pants into the quiet room.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” I ask. “Because you can change your mind at any point, even now.”

She rolls her head against mine. “Shut up, hotshot.”

Her lips are back on mine within an instant, her teeth tugging at my bottom lip as she raises her hips, lining us up.

It feels like everything stops for a moment, like the world stops spinning, like we are frozen in time at this moment. In this moment before.

Before the tip of my cock teases against her entrance. Before my eyes close as I grip her hips, holding her steady as she lets me in an inch. Before she sucks air between her teeth.

“Does that hurt?” I ask. My hands relax their grip in case she wants to pull away.

“A little bit, but it’s okay. I haven’t done this in a while,” she says sheepishly.

I tuck her curls behind her ear, bringing her gaze back to mine. “I haven’t done this since you.”

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