As he bent down to retrieve it from a pocket, I moved to my bed, stretching across the dark blue covers. He joined me, and I glanced down at his briefs, then my naked body. “There’s an uneven distribution of clothing between us.”
“Take them off,” he said, and I could hear the desire in his voice.
I moved my hands to his waist, but then he stopped me, clasping his hand over mine. “Jess,” he said, and this time the sexiness was gone—his voice was plain and full of need.
I pushed up on my elbows. “Are you okay?”
“Yes. So okay. So much more than okay. There’s something I have to tell you.”
And just like that, fear swooped through my body, expecting the worst, even though I had no clue what the worst would be. Except that somehow he’d used me.
* * *
The look in her eyes stunned me. They said she doubted me, and that only made me want to reassure her more. To tell her that everything between us was completely true.
Gripping her fingers tighter, I brought our clasped hands to my mouth and pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles. “I swear it’s not bad. It’s good. At least, I think it is,” I said, then ran my other hand through her hair.
“Okay,” she said softly, a tentativeness to her tone. She was waiting for me to go next, and that was perfectly understandable. I gulped, but that was only instinct telling me this was going to be hard to say. It wasn’t hard to say. It was easy, like everything I felt for her.
“I just want to say this before we go any further,” I began, keeping my gaze fixed on her. “And it’s that I’m falling for you so much. It’s way more than like. So much more. I’m falling in love with you, Jess.”
She didn’t say anything for a second, just exhaled. Then her lips parted, and she roped her arms around my neck. “I’m falling in love with you, too, William,” she whispered, and my heart thumped hard against my chest, flooding with such happiness and hope. Knowing the girl you’re crazy for is mad about you, too, is quite possibly the greatest feeling ever.
Well, there’s only one other thing that comes close, and that was about to happen, too, since her fingers had found their way to my hand, and she was taking the condom from me.
“Please put this on now, and please make love to me,” she said.
I pushed off my briefs, and obliged her request with a speed only race car drivers could rival. She opened her legs for me, and a bolt of heat tore through me. Take it slow, Will, I told myself. But fuck, I wanted her so badly that I didn’t know if I’d be able to slow down. Settling between her legs, I entered her, stilling when I was all the way inside her. She felt so fucking good that my brain shut down, and my body took over.
So did hers as she wrapped her legs around me and moved with me, our bodies in perfect sync as if we were meant to fit together. Pleasure pulsed through me from the feel of her, so wet, so hot, and so fucking beautiful as she opened herself to me, her back bowing as I thrust deeper into her.
The sounds she made drove me on, not that I needed any help, mind you. But my focus was on her, and bringing her more pleasure, because the only thing that trumped how intense it felt being inside her for the first time was hearing her moans and noises, and the way they grew more frantic and fevered as I sank into her. I loved how much she let go when I touched her, how she gave herself to me with a kind of reckless abandon. Grabbing my hair, she pulled me close and whispered in my ear. “I love this. So much,” she said, her breathing erratic, signaling that she was close.
“It’s fucking fantastic being inside you, Jess. You feel so good to me,” I told her, brushing an errant strand of hair away from her face. Keeping my eyes on her, I pushed deeper, reading her cues, giving her what her body was telling me she wanted. Her face contorted with pleasure, her eyes squeezing shut, her gorgeous lips falling open into a perfect O. Then a silent cry came first. She chased it with the loudest shout I’d ever heard, and it was music to my ears, because it was my name falling from her lips as she came. Seconds later, I was following her there, charging into a fantastic climax that was better than any other.
Because it was with her.
The girl that I’d fallen in love with.
My American girl.