Page 112 of Hopeless
“Bailey … ” My swollen head bumps against her inner thigh. “Careful.”
I dig my teeth into her shoulder, wanting to leave another mark on her.
“I … ” She breathes that one syllable, and it’s so full of longing that I almost lose it. “I don’t want to be careful.”
I bite her neck. Her skin is hot, a match for mine as we slide against one another. It’s intoxicating. Her smell. Her feel. Her words.
We’re both impulsive right now.
I rear up above her, eyes catching on the red mark I left behind.
Her legs are splayed over my thighs. Pussy on full display. Pink and wet as her hands draw me closer.
“Bailey,” I grit out as she lines us up.
A pearl of pre-cum glistens at the tip of my cock. She fucking wipes it against herself, right through her wetness. Her eyes shut and her tits tilt up at that first contact.
“Bailey,” I say again, reaching forward to fist my base, pushing her hands away in the process. They end up on her tits, pinching, squeezing—that big diamond flashing at me like a warning light to slow the fuck down.
She’s mindless right now, forme.
And me? I’m mindless for her.
But she’s depending on me. Depending on me to take care of her. To not betooimpulsive.
“Beau.” Her eyes flip open, searing me with the heat dancing in their depths. “I want it.”
“I know, baby. But we’re not rushing this.”
I swipe myself through her folds again, because I am a glutton for punishment. “I want to make it so good for you, Bailey.”
She squirms and moans. “It already is.”
“Not yet.” I barely rasp the words out, seeing the head of my cock come away all wet with her.
She whines, actually whines, and spreads her legs further. “When?”
Fist around my dick, I press it against her pussy again. “When I say so, Bailey. Didn’t I tell you this pussy is mine now?”
She moans in response.
And god, I’m so fucking weak. My hips defy me. They edge forward, and one inch of my cock disappears inside her.
We both freeze.
“Fuck.” I groan, feeling her pulse around me.
Her head rocks slowly from side to side on the pillow as she chants my name.
I’m standing at the edge of a cliff. One half of me saysjump. The other saysmaybe grab a parachute first.
I pull out and press that same inch back in, watching her spread for me.
God. It would be so easy to just—
No. I don’t want to be careless with her. It’s not just her body. Her first time. It’s her heart.
It’s my heart. It’s my hang-up on faking it. It’s my control in question.
