Page 46 of Waiting For Ever
“Uhhh, I don’t want to hurt you.”
Her eyelids drop with the faint nod of her head.
I lift her chin with my finger and thumb. “Ever, believe me when I say I want you every second of every day. We just need to . . . go slow at first. Okay?”
Her nod this time is less subtle. She adds a half-crooked smile to go with it.
I pull her lips to mine with the slight grip I have on her chin. Her tongue finds mine eagerly as her hands clench my neck. She grinds on me roughly and I feel her whole body tense. Her tongue freezes. She scoots herself back from my quickly hardening crotch.
I know it must’ve hurt her, which causes a pit in my stomach.
She tries to start kissing me again, but I stop her. “Hey. Let’s go sit in the hot tub.”
“Okay.”
She’s shy and unsure of herself again.
I hate it, because she’s perfect. I want her to never feel less than perfect. I stand and bring her with me, setting her on the ground facing me. “The hot tub will make . . . ease any soreness you may have.” I feel my face flushing, but I continue because I hate that she might be in any pain at all because of me. “And it won’t always feel that way after. Just the first time, as far as I know.”
“Okay.”
“Ever.”
“Julie.”
“Look at me.”
She looks up under her lashes.
My gut clenches at how young and fragile she looks, half shadowed in the moonlight. I want to protect her from every shitty thing this world might throw at her. Except me. I selfishly won’t save her from me. But I can try to make her happy. And I will try. I promise myself that. “You’re the most beautiful and perfect girl I’ve ever seen in my life. I can’t even describe how beautiful—inside and out. Don’t think for one second that I don’t wantyou—”
“Every second of every day?” She interrupts me with her signature sass.
I love this girl.
That thought slams into my brain without warning. I quickly turn from her in case my face gives away the shock it prompted. Clutching her hand, I snag two robes from the closet, head through the slider, and out to the hot tub.
I leave the outdoor lights off. The moon illuminates our way as steam billows toward the sky when I lift the lid. Still holding her hand, I guide her shirt up over her head and drop it on a nearby chair, leading her up the steps and down into the tub. Once I sink in next to her, I ask “Jets?”
She opts for the silence.
I like that. Although the crickets are loud and conversations from campers waft up to us every so often, it’s still quiet. Her sigh flutters my heart. She leans her head back and gazes up at the sky looking utterly content. I reach for her and run my finger down the side of her neck from behind her ear. She turns her angelic face to me and flashes the sweetest smile. The flutter becomes a hammer. She ducks under the surface and pops up in front of me. Slithering onto my lap, she straddles me on her knees. Ever is gorgeous any day. Ever gleaming wet in the moonlight? Drop-dead. I swallow as she inches her face toward mine. My shy girl is nowhere to be found. The warm, wet heat must agree with her body.
She tilts her head and locks her parted lips on mine, delving in with her tongue. She strokes mine, in and out. Much like the way I plunged in and out of her earlier. It sends a message straight to my cock.
My hands travel down her naked body, curving around both cheeks of her ass. I pull her toward me, my erection flat against her navel. Before she can grind herself on me, I reach between us and draw light circles until she’s panting in my ear and biting my neck. I know she’s never done any of this before, so her response to me is even more of a turn-on.
“Please,” she breathes into my ear, pressing into my hand.
I keep teasing her sensitive bud and slip a finger inside her.
Her teeth scrape the sensitive skin on my neck on her sharp inhale.
“Too much?”
“No. Don’t. Ung. Stop.”
I oblige gently until it’s not enough.
