Page 76 of Love at First Sighting
“Fuck,” I mutter. “There are so many things I want to do to you.”
Her teeth sink into her supple bottom lip. “Good. Do them all.”
I’m on her quickly. Everything is furious, desperate, and passionate. Hands, legs, lips. There’s no part of her I don’t want to ravish. El reaches between us and unbuttons her jeans with a sly smile. Her hips are hypnotic as she drags the pants over her lush frame. It’s a herculean effort to not go too hard too fast.
I help El work her jeans down her hips, leaving her in a pale bra and underwear. They don’t match—baby pink and lime green. It feels antithetical to her and her perfect image, where everything matches and fits a mold. I like it, but what I want is underneath—the bronze, even color of her skin, naked.
El unbuttons my pants and works them down my hips. I slide my hands between her legs and dip my fingers beneath the satin of her underwear and pull them down her legs.
“Wait,” El interjects. She clutches one of my hands and drags it to the center of her back. I draw the curve of her spine as she guides me to the hooks of her bra. I don’t need further instruction. El moans as I unhook her bra without looking, and she wiggles it off her shoulders.
I’ve never had her fully naked before, and I think maybe it’s for my own survival. She’s so stunning—from the heavy swell of her breasts to the generous curves of her hips. I don’t know what to put my mouth on first. El leans back and her legs fall open in front of me. It makes a hard choice too easy.
I plant my lips at the center of her stomach, painting a hot trail until I reach her waist. The hollows of her hips taste treacherously clean, sweet, as I bring my tongue between her legs. El is wet and warm, and the moan she gasps out isdesperate—pained, even. But the way she begs “Don’t stop there!” lets me know I can proceed. I can undo her as I badly want to.
El tilts her head back, repeating my name over and over again. She tastes like all mine.
“Fuck,” she gasps. At this point, she’s tugging at my hair, clenching her legs around my head. I clamp a hand over El’s body, a thumb curving around her breast as she quivers underneath me.
“Carter, oh…my god,” she sighs, voice cracking, skin flushing. “I need you to make me come.”
“How?” I demand against her inner thigh. “Tell me what’ll get you there.”
“Harder,” she says.
So, I dig my fingernails into her thighs and study, memorize her deeper. She arches her back, clutches the wooden bed frame behind her, crying my name in broken syllables but touching me with a sure hand. El sighs my name one final time as she comes on my tongue. It sounds like she’s pleading for mercy she doesn’t even want.
In what feels like a singular moment, but could have been an eternity later, she laughs. “God. You…you are crushing field training.”
As we meet face-to-face again, she kisses me without hesitation, tasting herself on me. She wipes my bottom lip with her thumb. El and I drown each other beneath my sheets as she works my boxer briefs off.
She drags her hands down my stomach, then curls her fingers around me. She’s warm and gentle in all the ways I don’t deserve. Yet, as she kisses me, I believe I’m things I’ve never thought possible.
Smart. Brave.Loved.
Her thumb brushes over the head, and my back arches under her touch. I’m trying my best to not finish in her hands. No, I need to be inside her. I need to have her ride me, come undone on my cock.
“El…” I breathe. “My god, Ariel. You’re driving me mad. Like…problematically so.”
She laughs and kisses along my throat. “Oh, I think you have more self-control than that.”
The teasing…it’ssouncalled for. “I don’t really want to test the theory right now,” I pant.
But instead of rushing into it, when she looks at me with so much love in her sweet brown eyes, it’s the first time I understand what all of this is supposed to be—her, reaching down to kiss my lips, slowly, passionately, like I’m somebody who means something. Our hands lost in each other’s hair.
I love her, I love her, I love her.
I’m in love in the way that has me wanting to spend my whole life making her happy, making her laugh, being the last voice to wish her good night. El makes me think I’m worthwhile. She makes me want to strive for the most unbelievable happiness. She makes me brave enough to try. Brave enough to be who I am and to be loved for who I am.
I’m not brave enough tosayit yet, but I want to show her in every way I can.
“Condoms?” she pleads.
I reach into the nightstand beside me and pull out the first foil packet I find.
“Carter.” She frowns. “That is a pack of gum.”
“Fuck.” I grab inside the drawer again. My broken phone charger. Tissues. Chapstick. Then, finally: gold.
