Page 85 of One Kiss Isn't Enough
I’ve craved him, adored him, fucking worshipped him.
But never like this. An intense heat ignites inside of me, a spark hotter and brighter than the sun dances on every nerve ending in my body.
I’m paralyzed, needing to feel him take me, own me, and devour me exactly how he wants.
I need it more than he’ll ever know.
Slowly, I obey, although I don’t know how. Every movement is gentle and meticulous. My hands reach the center first and immediately my fingers dig into the mattress.
It’s so slow. Time moves so slowly. A part of me knows it’s because I’m trying to remember this moment. Remember it all and hold on to it forever. I need it in the good times and the bad. In the horrible moments, I need this. What we have right now. I wish I could just stay here forever. Being his and him being so completely mine.
Bared to him, I wait and watch. His cock is hard and ready as he strokes himself in front of me, pacing, debating what he wants me to do, what he needs from me.
All the while, those sparks tingle up and down my body in waves of want.
Instead of climbing on the bed, pinning me down, and ravaging me, he asks me, “Why do I love you?”
His words are hoarse and at first I hear him wrong. I hear, “Why do you love me?” but I catch myself before the answer can leave me.
“I don’t know,” I answer him.
Instead of answering me, he tells me to spread my legs wide so he can see me.
“Fuck, I can see how wet you are from here,” he breathes out deep with frustration as my fingertips run along the length of my pussy and then rub my swollen clit so he can see. A shiver of desire runs down my body from my shoulders to the tips of my toes. It’s cold compared to the heat that burns between my thighs for him to enter me.
“Why do I love you?”
I close my eyes, pushing my head back into the mattress, and move my hand away, hating that I don’t know what to tell him.
I don’t know why people fall in love. I know why I love him though; I want to answer him that. Ask me something I know.
“Eyes on me. Don’t you dare close your eyes.” His steps are hard as he rounds the bed, getting close enough to backhand the inside of my thigh as punishment. The sting is fierce, but the touch is so needed, all I feel is a spike of desire shoot through me.
My breath is stolen from his admonishment, seething through my teeth and desperate.
“Put your fingers back on that pretty cunt of yours and look me in the eyes when you tell me you don’t know why I love you.” There’s no hurt in his eyes, no pain in his voice, even though I feel it, deep down inside of me. Past everything physical, I feel it.
Tears prick at the back of my eyes as I let my fingers touch my warmth. His gaze parts from mine, only to watch me.
I have to give him something, so I tell him what I know. I tell him why I love him, praying he loves me the same.
“You know I’ve wanted you for as long as we’ve known each other. You know I’d risk it all to be with you.”
My fingers slip just inside my entrance as I start to say the next reason, and a soft moan spills from my lips in its place.
“Fuck,” he mutters. The word is a groan on Daniel’s lips and hearing it makes my body heat.
“Touch me please,” I beg him, but he shakes his head.
“Why else?” he asks huskily, the need showing through his intended words.
“You know that I would die without you. Whatever makes a person a person—I’d die if you weren’t here anymore.”
“I don’t want you to ever say that again. Don’t you ever talk about that. You’re not allowed to die.”
A short laugh that’s not humorous at all bubbles from my lips. I feel crazy, on the verge of tears, feeling the pain of a great loss at the very thought that he might die. “That’s my fear. It kills me, Daniel. You can’t die.”
“Well, for you then, I’ll do my best not to,” he tells me as the bed dips with his weight while he climbs over my body.