I return his kiss feverishly, afraid that it might end before it’s even gotten started.
It doesn’t end. It continues, and soon his tongue is in my mouth, and his hands are roaming every inch of my body, gripping and tracing the curves. For the first time in forever, I feel cherished and secure, and I let him continue kissing me. When his tongue touches mine, sparks of arousal ignite in my belly.
I want more, need more.
He breaks the kiss and presses wet kisses down my neck and across my collarbone. I’m dizzy with need, and I can tell he’s aroused too, and not just because of the hard cock that’s pressing into my side but because of the way his chest rises and falls and the dilation in his eyes.
He wants me as much as I want him.
Moving over the top of me, his body hovers just above mine.
“What secret did that kiss tell you?” he croaks.
I have to force my swollen lips to move. “It told me you’re drowning too, so let’s drown together.”
Something inside him snaps at my words, and his fingers find my wet heat. I’m ready for him, and he gives me a small smile before he sinks two fingers inside me to test the wetness.
“You’re so fuckin’ wet for me, Aspen. You couldn’t deny wanting me if you tried.”
“I’m not denying it,” I whimper and let out a gasp when he pulls his fingers free, leaving me empty and cold.
He makes up for it a moment later when he parts my legs, making sure my hurt one stays against the bed while he lifts the other and sinks inside me with one thrust.
I don’t know what’s right or wrong in this instant. All I know is that if Quinton stops, I might die, and that’s all that matters to me. Not being stranded in the wilderness, not my broken leg, or that we’re enemies. None of those things matter right now.
It’s just us, together, as one. Two humans finding pleasure in one another’s pain.
He fucks me slowly, almost tenderly, like we have all the time in the world, and I cling to him. I wrap my arms around his neck to keep myself in place while he slides in and out of me. The bed squeaks in the background, but the sound disappears between our breaths. I climb higher and higher toward the finish line, and I look up and stare into Quinton’s eyes.
There is a storm brewing beneath the surface, a thousand unsaid words flickering in his gaze.
“Fuck, every time I’m inside of you, I forget who we are, what we are to each other.”
I nod. “We aren’t enemies here…” I drag my nails across his back, and a hiss escapes his mouth.
He smirks and fucks me harder, his cock rubbing at the sensitive tissue at the top of my channel. It’s the new ferocity of his hips that pushes me over the edge and into orgasmic waters. My eyes flutter closed, and ripples of pleasure course through me. I’m suspended in time, floating up and up while he uses my body.
Just as I’m drifting down from my orgasm, he comes.
“Shit… I’m coming, fuck…” He growls, and I hold on to him, wanting him to stay this close for as long as he’ll allow.
He shudders above me, his entire body rippling like waves rolling through the water. After a moment, he rolls off me and collapses down onto the bed. My emotions splinter at the loss of his body being inside of mine, but he wraps an arm around me and pulls me tight to his side.
All my worries and sorrows are swept under the rug when my head rests against his chest, and my eyes become heavy.
He took my virginity and gave me my first real kiss.
What else of mine will he claim next?
My heart?No, we could never love each other. Could we?