Too much.
Della didn’t pause, moving to undress me fast and ruthless, almost as if she wasn’t sure I’d go through with this. Grabbing my jeans and boxer-briefs, she inched them down my ass.
I shivered as her fingers kissed my bare flesh and couldn’t stop my hips from arching, giving her room to shove aside the unwanted clothing. Once they were mid-thigh, she fell back, then wrapped slim arms around me, pulling me tight.
I hissed as my eyes snapped closed against the most incredible thing I’d ever felt.
Her naked against my naked.
Her heat against my hardness.
I groaned low and loud as she burrowed closer, my hands balling where they wedged into the ground.
Her arms looped around my neck, her lips on my ear as she breathed, “You didn’t look.”
I knew exactly what she meant. “I couldn’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m barely holding on as it is.” Inhaling her gorgeous scent of wilderness and melons, I grunted, “Seeing you naked…fuck, Little Ribbon.”
Her right hand slid from my shoulders, following the contours of my chest, leaving a trail of fire in her wake. “You didn’t let me look, either. Can I?”
All my life I’d given her what she wanted. How could I deny her now?
I gulped as I pressed off her a little, her eyes searing my cock as she melted into the ground. “Look at us, Ren.”
My jaw clenched as I looked down to the trimmed dark blonde curls and glisten of Della and the steely hard cock of me.
It didn’t matter I’d seen her body grow through every stage. It didn’t matter she’d seen me go from boy to man. All that fucking mattered was how perfect we looked together now.
“You’re making me lose my mind.” My hips dared to press closer, making me hiss again against the blistering heat of her.
“I lost mine years ago.” She sucked in a breath, her hand shaking as it continued its path down my chest.
My heart suddenly crucified me, hating me for all the wasted moments we could’ve shared. “Why was I so blind?”
“Because your morals were killing you.” She smiled softly. “But also because you knew it wasn’t right. I was too young. I wasn’t ready.”
“And you’re ready now?”
“This is the best moment of my life. Does that answer your question?”
I bent to kiss her, my back tight with tension, keeping me aloft. “I love you, Della.”
“I know.”
“I’ve loved you since that first moment I found you.”
“Liar. You hated me.”
I chuckled. “I wish someone could cuff me around the head as a ten-year-old and tell him his entire world was in that backpack.”
“Well, your entire world wants you to stop talking and touch her.”
She successfully stole every word, slamming me back into the swirling speed we’d shared before.
Her fingers locked around me, making me jolt. She shivered as if touching me affected her more than any summer breeze or dusk-shrouded forest ever could.
I’d had a lifetime of being held by her, loved by her…but this? It was fucking everything.
My hands moved as she touched me harder. Digging my left hand into the dirt, I ran my right down her side, my thumb kissing the side of her breast.
I wanted to mark her, brand her.
She moaned, her hand twitching around my cock.
I wanted to take my time and fondle her, lick her, bite those perfect nipples, but there was a demon in my blood howling for other things.
Dropping my touch down her waist, I marvelled at the shape of her, then lost my goddamn mind as I found the pulsating heat between her legs.
No barriers.
Just satin and silk and everything Della.
I disintegrated.
Everything ached.
My thumb found her clit, and my finger, shit, that drove into her with no sweet sonnets or requests. I couldn’t help myself from spearing deep, twisting my existence with how perfectly hot and wet she was.
Her back arched as I withdrew, smearing her slipperiness against my other finger, rubbing her clit just once before I drove both into her.
I drove so hard, her body inched higher up the bracken littered ground.
Her mouth opened wide. “Holy fu—”
“Enough talking, remember?”
Leaves crackled as she squirmed. Breaths panted. My mind was awash with greed.
The wondrous sensation of being inside her ought to be enough. I ought to linger in this magic and take my time learning what she liked.
But it was too late for that.
“Condom. Where is it?” I bit out, thrusting my fingers deeper.
She searched blindly in the dirt beside us, finally holding up the foil packet.
“Put it on me,” I snarled, thrusting fingers into her body while my cock wept with punishment. If I didn’t get inside her now, I’d come. I was so close. Too close.
Her hands trembled as she ripped the foil, grabbed the rubber, and cupped my length.
I growled under my breath as her tiny touch rolled the condom over me, squeezing my base as if determined to make me explode.