The Happy Ever After Playlist - Abby Jimenez Page 0,65

My first times had always been slow and careful, getting to know someone’s body. It was always a little awkward and weird, and so I’d expected this time to be a little awkward and weird—but all of that was out the window now. I didn’t care anymore what noises or faces I made, I didn’t care that he was hovering over me, openly looking down at my naked body. He’d pushed me beyond inhibition—and maybe that was the point. Now all I wanted was that tip to go all the way in.

That tip…

I wanted to do things to it. Taste the bead of moisture I knew he had there. Put it in my mouth, feel it bump my throat. I was already making plans for next time, imagining all the ways I’d make him crazy like he was making me crazy.

Why was he doing this? Why was he making me wetter and more frustrated when he could feel and see that I was ready? What did he want from me?

“I want you inside me,” I breathed.

And that’s what he was waiting for. I watched his control break. He crashed his lips down on mine and slid into me.

It was instant pleasure. A payoff bigger than anything I could have ever imagined, a wait beyond worth it.

His first thrust hit some inner wall I didn’t even know I had. It sent shock waves of ecstasy through my whole body. Then he did it again. And again. And again.

I gasped under him, frantically rolling my hips against him.

I liked the way he circled between my thighs. I put my hands on his back to feel him moving, and I had the sex-clouded realization that I should have done this with him days ago. That I’d slept next to this man in his trailer and not taken advantage of what he could do to my body if I’d just let him. I wanted to go back in time and yank that pillow out from between us and climb onto his lap and ride him. I wanted to go back and let him take me on my sofa, let him carry me inside on our first date, the same way I wanted to go back and let him sing to me sooner. How many moments like this had I already missed because of my own stupid hesitations and rules and reservations?

And then it occurred to me that’s why he’d taken me to this edge. Why he’d made me want him to the point of insanity, until the only answer could be yes. Because he knew how I was, and he was getting ahead of me now before my overthinking kicked in.

I would have laughed if I wasn’t so out of my mind.

He hiked an elbow behind my knee and somehow managed to drive himself deeper. I let out a sound that made me grateful there was no one within two miles to hear it, and he released a moan of his own. I knew he was close. His body went rigid as he neared the end, and the orgasm that he’d been working me up to built and built on top of itself. And then, when he groaned and I felt the warm pulsing inside me, my climax tipped over and decimated me.

It was the fireworks finale on the Fourth of July, a dam breaking, an atomic bomb. I was leveled. I had nothing left after it. I couldn’t even move.

I lay there, staring up at the sky through the mesh ceiling of the tent, seeing stars twinkle across my vision that had nothing to do with the galaxy.

His nose nuzzled my neck. “Are you okay?” he whispered, still out of breath.

I made a tiny squeaking noise, and he laughed. He leaned down and kissed me gently, closing his eyes, smiling against my mouth.

There was a reverence in the way he held me, and all I could think was how much I liked the weight of him on top of me. How safe and anchored and grounded I felt.

How cherished.

I never wanted to move from this spot.

There was nothing outside of this tent tonight. Nothing.

There was nowhere to be, no phone to check. No lights to turn off or doors to wonder whether I’d locked. Not even the faint white noise that comes with civilization. The only person I wanted with me was here, and the serenity of the lake and woods combined with Jason’s gentle affection made me relax in a way I