Page 156 of New Growth
“Shh, we’ll go slow and I’ll let you know if it’s too much. I promise, okay?”
He looked at me, watching for the smallest hint of a shiver. But surprisingly, even to me, I was completely still.
“You’re okay?” he questioned again, searching my face.
“I’m okay.”
Satisfied with my answer and the calm lust in my eyes, his mouth was on me again—hot, open, worshipping every inch of skin like it was something sacred. Slowly, he positioned himself between me, pressing his bulge against me with an edge that let me know he wanted me to feel all of him.
His lips crashed against mine again, his hands roaming, claiming, and possessing. Clothes disappeared between heated kisses, taking all traces of my sanity with them until there was nothing but heat and friction and the ache of wanting him inside me.
I needed more. I needed all of him.
We held each other’s gaze as he lowered himself to my chest, leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses in his wake.
My breath hitched when his tongue circled my nipple, hips lifting off the mattress before I could stop them. His hand slid between my thighs, fingers drawing long, deliberate strokes over my clit until I was clutching at him.
“Shh… Esther’s next door,” he warned with amusement.
I moaned anyway, biting my lip. “I’ll try.”
He grinned, eyes flicking downward. Then a quiet curse slipped out as he pushed two fingers inside me. The stretch stole the air from my lungs—pure ecstasy rippling through me in one sharp wave that made me gasp, loudly. So loudly, I slapped a hand over my mouth in shock.
“I barely touched you,” he murmured, teasing.
I pouted. “It’s been years.”
His gaze dragged up to meet mine, dark lashes low and heavy with restraint. “Doesn’t feel like it, baby… you’re soaked.”
My thighs trembled as he picked up the pace, every motion coiling heat low in my belly. His mouth returned to my breast, tongue teasing.I gripped his forearm, needing something—anything—to ground me in this sea of emotions I found myself in.
It didn’t work.
Seconds later, my head fell back and my spine arched, pleasure overtaking me. My hand clamped tighter over my mouth as the orgasm tore through me, messy and unstoppable.
“Already?” El teased, withdrawing his fingers. He brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean without breaking eye contact.
“Like I said,” I managed breathlessly. “It’s been years.”
His lips twitched into a crooked smile as he reached behind me to shove pillows between the wall and headboard. “Just be careful not to knock my pod out.”
My eyes widened. “What happens if I do?”
“Nothing, baby,” he said, brushing his knuckles along the inside of my thigh. “It’ll just hurt like a bitch.”
“Oh.” I swallowed.
His gaze swept over me slowly.
“Fuck… you’re perfect,” he murmured, eyes finding mine again before he leaned in and kissed me—deep, slow, intentional.
“You ready?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
He shifted between my legs carefully, like I was something precious. I could feel the heat of him against me, his breath shallow as he lined himself up. His eyes searched mine again, one last check.
“You sure?”
