Beyond Repair (20 page)

He nodded, and I continued. “But it’s been a long time for both of us and …” I looked down. I loved Chris so much. I wanted nothing more than to stare into his eyes as I felt him move inside of me. But this wasn’t just about me. “Are you ready?”

His hand was under my chin in that next moment, gently coaxing me to look at him. My breath caught in my throat as our eyes met. I felt like he was making love to me with them; they were full of desire, honesty, and promise. “Yes,” he said quietly, as his thumb trailed across my bottom lip. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t. But that doesn’t mean I expect anything you’re not ready to give me. I want you more than anything, but only when you’re ready.”

“I love you. I want you,” I said in a choked voice.

He took a deep breath. “Are you sure?”

His eyes were melting me, telling me he knew and respected how important this moment was. The last guy who I had willingly slept with deemed me not good enough. Then I was used for recreation by a total ass, changing my life drastically. Sex was not something that I expected ever to want again. There were just too many bad memories.

I wanted Chris to erase them all. I wanted him to be the last person inside me. I wanted to make him feel good, to show him what I felt for him, because no such words existed.

I leaned forward. “Positive,” I whispered, touching my lips to his. His hand stayed on my chin, tilting my face up as he parted his lips and brushed his tongue against mine. I gripped his upper arms for leverage but moved my hands up to his shoulders, over his neck, and onto his cheeks so I was cradling his face. He held my lower back with one hand as the other caught in my hair, rubbing the back of my neck.

“Love you,” he muttered against my lips as we broke apart.

“Show me,” I whispered.

Chris pressed his forehead against mine, breathing deeply, then sprang to his feet. Before I knew it, he had scooped me up and was carrying me up the steps. I wrapped my arms around his neck and moved my lips along his sensitive skin, smiling when he let out shaky breaths. When we reached the top of the stairs, he nudged me off his neck and caught my mouth with his again then finally stopped moving. “New surface,” he murmured between kisses as he seated me on a dresser, his mouth not leaving mine.

Urging him to get as close as possible, I fisted his shirt and pulled him against me. He groaned as I wrapped my legs around his waist, pressing against him as hard as I could. I couldn’t get enough of him, and I loved feeling his hard dick right against me. I grinded myself against him and was rewarded with his hands on my ass, holding me closer.

After a moment, his hands moved to the hem of my shirt. “Please?” he whispered, breaking the kiss.

I put my hands over his, guiding him up until he lifted my shirt over my head, and let it fall to the floor.

Chris stepped back, and my heart pounded as he kept his eyes on mine and peeled off his own shirt. Though he still looked at my face, I let my gaze travel down his body. God, I couldn’t believe he was mine. My eyes rose back to his, where I saw he was finally looking. I stayed still, very grateful that I was wearing a new lace bra with matching underwear that I had bought the other day, just in case.

His eyes finally came back to mine. “So beautiful,” he whispered.

I stood up. “You are. God, you’re perfect.” I wanted to take an extra step to close the gap between us and start kissing him again, but I held off. The way he was looking at me gave me an extra surge of confidence, and if he liked the bra, I figured he’d like the undies, too. I unbuttoned my jeans and slowly slid them down my legs, stepping out of them once they’d pooled around my feet. Chris’s hungry eyes traveled down the length of my body, stopping at my underwear.

“Those are a lot different than last time.”

“I may have gotten them after the Wonder Woman incident.”

Chris kept staring at them, finally swallowing before he said, “I like them.”

“Good, that’s the idea.” I was starting to feel awkward with him just staring at me like that. Then he started laughing.

I was horrified. “What’s so funny?”

He shook his head. “I got something new after the Wonder Woman incident, too. Check it out.”

His laughter stopped as I closed the space between us. Reaching out, I undid his belt, staring into his eyes as my fingers undid the top button and slowly pulled down the zipper. His pants dropped to the floor, and I looked down.

He was wearing another pair of boxer briefs, but this time they had little circles with a lightning bolt going through it all over them. It took me a moment to register the superhero that belonged to the logo. I looked up. “The Flash?”

“You know it.”

I laughed. “Is that really something you want across your crotch?”

His mouth dropped open as he made the connection. “I really wanted the Green Lantern ones but they weren’t in my size, and there were a million of these. Now I know why.”

My gaze shifted to his bulging erection visible through the thin cotton, and I licked my lips before looking back up at him. “I like them.”

Intensity crossed his face, and he took a step forward and folded me in his arms. Staring into my eyes, he maneuvered me until the backs of my legs touched the bed, and he gently laid me down. He instantly climbed on top of me, supporting his weight with his arms. I grabbed the sides of his face as his mouth moved against mine, his hot tongue sliding with my own. My legs fell apart and he was between them, everything lining up perfectly. I raised my hips, hoping he’d get the hint, and he pressed against me. The thin layers of cotton and lace were the only things separating us
.
We both moaned.

Chris pulled his mouth away from mine and moved to my neck. I inhaled as he started trailing down my body, sucking and lightly kissing. It was amazing.

His hot breath skimmed my skin. “Can I keep going?”

“Mmm.” My body was on fire, lava running through my veins. I dug my hands into his soft hair as he worked his way down my shoulder and toward my breasts. He paused for a moment, and I nudged his head back down before I even registered what I was doing. His breathing got heavier as he undid the front clasp of my bra and pushed the fabric away. His gazed lingered on my breasts for a moment, and then he lowered his head and kissed a trail down the valley between them. He let out a shaky breath once he reached the bottom and then slowly licked his way back to the top.

“Oh, my God.” His mouth on me was the world’s biggest turn on. He went to one side, moving the tip of his tongue along my breast until he reached my nipple. He then took the whole thing in his mouth and flicked with his tongue, sucked, and pulled it with his teeth.

I gasped, and he stopped. “Too much?”

I shook my head. “No. God, no. Please keep going.”

“Love these.” He grit out. “So beautiful and perfect to suck on.” He took me in his mouth again, sucking hard before he bit gently, reaching over to pinch my other nipple at the same time.

“Shit!” My back arched under him. Chris muttered in approval as his mouth continued to move against me, while his fingers kneaded and pinched. After a few minutes, he alternated sides, making sure that both got equal treatment. My hips were out of my control, bucking against his hard stomach as he worked my breasts. He was driving me crazy, which I was sure was his plan.

He finally stopped and his eyes flashed up to mine as he brushed the tip of his tongue down the center of my stomach, stopping just above my navel. He placed more soft kisses there, and his fingers hooked around the sides of my undies. He paused for a moment, strangled breaths escaping him.

I reached down, rubbing the top of his head in encouragement, and with that, he pulled the lacy fabric down, slowly, his tongue gliding a trail in its wake. I let out a pathetic noise when Chris’s mouth left my body so he could finish pulling off my underwear, only to be replaced with breaths of anticipation as he settled between my legs.

I held my breath as I waited for something other than his breath against me as he panted. “You okay with everything so far, baby?” he asked in a choked voice. “I’ll stop if you want me to.”

“
Don’t.”

“Thank God,” he said, pushing my legs farther apart. “Need to taste you so bad. I’ve wanted my mouth here forever
and you’re
soaked
.”

My body throbbed with need as his warm breath fluttered against me with his words. Finally, his tongue darted out and ran up the length of one of my lips, then down the other. My breath came out in a hiss when his tongue came to my opening, moving in lazy circles. “So good,” he grit out, making me tremble as he penetrated me slightly, then slowly licked his way up, stopping just below my clit.

He placed his mouth over it, latching on and sucking. My hips rose off the bed, and the deep breath that I had drawn in came out as an earsplitting moan. I had no idea that I was even capable of making such a sound. I instantly clasped my hand over my mouth.

He pulled away, and I whimpered in protest. “Don’t try to be quiet. I
love
listening to you.”

I nodded, unable to form words, but I slowly took my hand off my mouth and placed it on the sheets next to me.

“Don’t worry about anything except rocking those hips against my face as I suck on your clit. The only thing you need to focus on is coming with my mouth on you.” My body shuddered as he buried his head between my legs again, lapping away at me for a few minutes before he returned his attention to my clit.

When he wrapped his mouth around it again, he flicked it repeatedly with his tongue as he sucked. My breathing grew ragged and I couldn’t stop shaking. I was so damn close.

I let out a small moan and Chris slipped two fingers deep inside of me, pushing up and curling them. While doing this, he sucked on my clit, fast and hard.

And I exploded. My fingers gripped the blanket next to me, and I cried out his name, several swear words, and the loudest moans that I had ever heard, let alone had ever made. Chris hummed as he continued sucking and fingering me while my body spasmed, clenching and unclenching around his fingers, until I was just so sensitive that I pushed his head off me. I sank back into the pillows, panting and smiling so hard I couldn’t stop if I wanted to.

Chris climbed over me. “Hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“You’re so
good
at that.”

“I can’t get enough of you.” He leaned forward, and then hesitated. “Do you care if I kiss you?”

I shook my head and he leaned down, pressing his lips against mine. And God, I wanted more already. My hands fisted the waistband of his boxers. He started kissing me more aggressively, his tongue wild, as I pulled them down as far as my arms would allow. I let my fingertips trail lightly over his ass, loving the weight of him between my legs and the heat of his mouth against mine.

I raised my hips and moaned as I grinded myself against his erection. Chris mumbled a swear word and pressed his lower body harder against mine, and I whimpered. Everything was so slick and sensitive, and it felt so frigging good. Each stroke against his hard length was verification that I was ready and wanted this with him more than anything. With Chris, I wasn’t a victim, I was a woman.

I adjusted my body so that I could give him a slow kiss, sucking on his tongue in a suggestive manner as I continued to rub against him. Not able to wait anymore, I wrapped my hand around his cock, angling him right against my opening.

“Oh, God,” He broke the kiss and studied my face. “You sure, baby?”

“Feel that?” I whispered, moving my hand so his dick slid in my wetness. “I’m
craving
you. I want you so bad.”

“Me, too,” he choked out. “I love you so damn much.”

“Love you,” I whispered as his hand joined mine around his hard length. Tension filled his face as together we adjusted so his tip was just barely penetrating me. I sucked in my breath and let go of him, moving my arms so they hooked around his back. He slowly pushed forward, keeping our eyes locked. His breathing sped up as made his way deeper into me, inch by inch. My back arched and he slid farther in. Everything was so tight, and he was stretching me to the point where it bordered on painful. But I didn’t care. I needed to be as close to him as I physically could.

He let out a groan so low I barely heard him. “You okay?” he whispered.

Now that he was deep inside of me, the pain dulled to more of a stinging as my body adjusted to him. I nodded, staring into his starved eyes, and moved my hands so I was cradling his face. “The man I love is inside of me. I’m better than okay. I feel like I’m finally complete, like a piece of me that I never knew was missing has finally made me whole.”

He kept his body still as he took in a deep breath and his mouth collapsed against mine. Our lips danced against each other as he started trembling. Blood heated in my veins. I was throbbing, craving the movement, and shifted under him. He let out a deep breath, breaking the kiss. “You’re the most perfect thing I’ve ever felt in my life. Never … never like this before.”

Raw honesty reflected in his eyes, and I knew I felt the same way. Both Chris and I had slept with people we loved before, but this was somehow different. This was going beyond getting each other off. This was two people, who had given up, finally finding pieces of themselves.

I ran my fingers through his hair as he closed his eyes. “Why aren’t you moving?”

“I thought I’d let you get used to it for a minute. I don’t want this to be painful for you.”

I knew that staying so still must be agony for him. His eyes opened as my fingers trailed over his trembling chest. “I’m aching. Rub it away.”

“I ache too, baby.” Biting his lip, he moved back so he was almost out of me, and I tilted my head back and let out a breath as he
slowly
slid back in. He did it again, and again and again, thrusting in and out in careful motions. Too careful. The burning stopped and I started to crave more of him. I raised my hips, meeting his gentle thrusts with my own rougher ones. “Harder. Please.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, and then opened them to burn into mine as he slowly pulled out and slammed back in so hard and deep my body jerked and I moaned. “Like that?” he asked, pulling back.