“You’re so beautiful.”
I’ve seen her naked before, but it was through the eyes of a man who had to say goodbye the next morning. I felt rushed, desperate to touch every inch of her body before sunrise because I knew I’d never get to touch this angel again.
Except here she is. Dark hair fanned out over my pillow, cheeks still pink from our time in the snow, and lips puffy from my kiss. My heart squeezes tight at the sight of her.
“Drake, I need you to touch me.”
“Getting to that, sweetheart.”
I peel my shirt over my head, kick my pants and boxers off, and lean down to press my lips to the center of her belly. I kiss my way up her body—across her chest, up her neck, and when I hit the soft spot below her jaw, Abigail arches her head against the pillow and sighs my name.
God, that’s the best sound in the world.
My cock is hard as steel against her stomach, pre-cum forming on the tip. She wiggles her hand between our bodies, wraps her delicate fingers around my cock, and I groan against her.
“Careful, I’m barely hanging on.”
I take one of her nipples into my mouth until she’s writhing beneath me.
“I don’t want you hanging on,” she pants. “I want you to let go.”
She guides me to her entrance and tries to put me inside of her, but I pull back—though not because I need a condom; we had that talk the first time we were together.
“Wait, Abigail. If I push inside right now, I’m going to lose it before we even get started. That’s how worked up you’ve got me.”
“I don’t care. I just need you, Drake. Please.”
“You don’t ever have to beg, Abigail. You know I’ll give you whatever you want. I’d give you the whole damn world if you’d let me,” I add, a husky plea against her silky skin.
I’m not even sure if she heard me between her soft moans. She lines the head of my cock against her entrance, hooks a leg around my hip, and tosses her head back when I push inside.
“Oh, God,” she pants. “I forgot how good you feel.”
“I don’t ever want you to forget me, Abigail. God, baby, this is going to be quick, but I promise next time we’ll take it slow.”
Her lips part, but all that comes out is a deep groan when I surge inside of her. I capture her lips with mine and start moving, relishing the feel of our connection—her hands gripping my back as though she’s afraid I’ll disappear, her heels digging into my ass, and the way her mouth claims mine while I push her body toward the edge.
She lifts her hips. My body moves of its own accord, and I pound into her. Her body constricts around mine, and I know she’s getting close. I press my thumb to her clit and rub in tight, small circles until she closes her eyes and digs her head into my pillow.
“Look at me, Abigail. I want to see those beautiful eyes when you come undone.”
Her eyelids pop open, and I feel drugged. Hypnotized by her body and soul. Hyperaware of all things Abigail.
“Drake, I’m…I…”
“I’ve got you, sweet girl.”
I rub her clit and pump my hips as the pressure in my body builds. There’s a tingling deep in my gut, radiating to my spine. I know she feels it too because her hips become more erratic, meeting mine thrust for thrust as we chase our orgasms. Our climax hits at the same time, zaps of pleasure pushing toward my arms and legs, down to my toes. It’s all-consuming, and the best damn orgasm I’ve ever had.
Abigail screams and her body tightens, pulsing around me as I spill inside of her. I thrust several more times, bury my face in her neck, and groan as her body goes lax beneath mine.
“Abigail,” I breathe.
There’s no response, just the feel of her fingers in my hair as she holds me to her. We lie like this for several minutes, both of us trying to catch our breath as our bodies float down from the ultimate high.
When I regain a little strength, I lift my head and look into her eyes. They’re clearer than they’ve ever been. There isn’t much I wouldn’t do to have them shining back at me every day. I’d give up just about anything to erase the expiration date between us.
Except it’s not that easy.