Fusion (Explosive #5) (30 page)

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he said as he laid me back down on the blanket. “How’d I get so lucky?”

“Because you have good taste in mutant reptiles?” I offered, causing the left side of his mouth to curve up into a smile.

As I said the words, I took my time checking him out in the moonlight. He was on his knees next to me, his hard erection jutting out in front of him, just waiting to be played with. His strong thigh muscles were tight and taut, and as my eyes, sadly, left his nether regions, my mouth watered at the sight of that delicious V that was Mother Nature’s way of telling women where to find the goods. His abs were smooth and defined, with just a scattering of loose, brown hairs I affectionately called
my
happy trail.

Before I could admire his chest, he was hovering over me, blocking the moonlight, and all I could see was his intense gaze. My hands gripped his biceps, and his muscled rippled underneath my touch as he strained to keep himself up on just his fists.

“Baby,” he whispered before he smashed his lips down on mine.

We were apparently done talking, and I was more than okay with that. Talking was overrated anyway.

As he kissed me, he began to touch. His journey commenced at my temple, trailed down my jawline, and stopped on my collarbone. In turn, my fingers ran up and down his strong arms, roaming his body. My favorite flock of butterflies were riling up in my belly as he cupped and fondled my breasts, first one and then the other. His thumbs rubbed soothing circles on my nipples until they pebbled under his touch. I fought the urge to squirm as his hand trailed from my breasts to down my torso, and it didn't stop until it reached the apex of my thighs.

When the soft pad of his thumb pressed down on my clit, I couldn't help the moan that escaped my lips. It was my favorite spot, and Jeremy knew exactly how to push all of my buttons.

"You like that, don't you, baby?" he asked, his voice thick and husky.

"I love it," I replied, breathless and wanting more. So much more that I thrust my hips upwards.

And he knew just how to read me. With his thumb still massaging my clit, he slowly circled my entrance before slipping his finger inside me, delving deep until I was pulsating with vibrant need. The duality of the sensations had me shuddering at how amazing it felt to be touched by him in this way.

He added another finger, the pressure increased tenfold, and I briefly wondered how it was going to feel when he was inside me for the first time. The thought was quickly wiped away when he tore his mouth from mine and began a procession of kisses down my neck. Even though I had the urge to close my eyes, I kept them open as he made his descent down my body.

My fingers gripped the blanket when he found his way to my breast again. His tongue lapped at my skin between them before he decided on his first target. My nipples were already hard from his initial taste, but as he traced slow, deliberate circles around one, it pebbled, aching with need. I knew he could feel it, as his lips curved into a triumphant smile. One that didn't leave his face as he licked a trail across my chest and found my other nipple, giving it equal attention while his fingers still rhythmically worked in and out of me.

As his teeth latched onto my nipple and he gave it a little nibble, I could hardly stand it.

“Jeremy,” I breathed. I’d never felt so sexy, so adored, and I wanted more. I was finally ready.

When he lifted his head, I was greeted with a knowing, cocky smirk on his damp lips.

“Do you have any idea how sexy you are when you whisper my name like that?” He pressed down on my clit and paused.

I shook my head, unable to formulate any words while his fingers were still buried deep inside me. Instead, I raised my hips and arched my back, once again, hinting that I wanted more. And, God, did I. I wanted so much more. I wanted him. I wanted him now.

He bowed his head, and with his tongue, he trailed a path down my stomach, past my belly button, not stopping until he was kissing my hip bone. After giving it a soft nip, he repositioned himself between my legs and lowered his head. My eyes widened when I realized what he was about to do. Then his tongue connected with my clit and I tensed. We’d done this countless times, and the intense pleasure still took me by surprise every time.

“Let me see you.” His whispered plea had my legs opening for him before I’d even registered his words. "It doesn't sound right calling your vagina a pussy, Sierra," he revered, his lips sensually kissing me in the most intimate of places.

"What?" I gasped just as his tongue darted out to taste me.

He gave me a once-over that had me squirming, and then, all too quickly, he pulled away. His head lifted and his eyes met mine.

"It's beautiful. Like a warm love sanctuary beckoning for my offering. And all I want to do is fill you up."

Even though I knew he was trying to be sweet, I couldn't help the giggle that escaped. "A love sanctuary?"

His eyes darkened as a wicked grin played at his lips. "My love sanctuary. Now, let me worship you."

As his head dipped back down, I closed my eyes and did as he’d asked. And I'm proud to report that he's the most excellent worshipper. His tongue worked its magic as he made his way down to my entrance and then back up again, circling my clit with expert precision. The way Jeremy sucked and licked and savored had me writhing beneath him. And when he added pressure to my clit with his thumb? I was done for. As my orgasm crested, my fingers tangled in hair and I couldn't help the way I tugged while I writhed beneath him.

My body was already spent and the night was just beginning. I wanted to lie there, basking in the afterglow of my orgasm, but I couldn't. This was only the beginning, and I wanted to get Jeremy as primed and ready as he’d gotten me.

So, as I begrudgingly came down from my high, I slowly untangled my fingers from his hair. I whimpered when he withdrew his fingers from me and then watched in fascination as he placed them on his lips and leisurely sucked each one into his mouth as if he were savoring the taste of me. It was incredibly arousing, and I was eager to get my own taste of him.

Mustering up every ounce of confidence I had, I rose to my knees. My hands reached out and grasped Jeremy's, pulling him up with me. As I curled my arms around his neck, his erection rested on my belly. One hand slid up and curled in his hair, forcing his head down and allowing me to capture his lips. For the very first time, I tasted myself. My lips licked up the sweet, salty, exotic taste, and when I slipped my tongue into his mouth, I attacked, taking my fill in the most delicious swirling fashion. And Jeremy conceded defeat, giving me what I wanted.

"My turn," I whispered when I broke our kiss.

"Sierra—" he started, but I placed a finger on his lips.

"My turn," I insisted.

When I pushed him down onto the blanket, I gave him one last kiss on the lips before I settled in between his legs. Sure, I could've done my own exploring with my tongue, but I was more than ready, and judging by the size of his erection, so was he.

My hand expertly found the sinewy length of him, firmly gripping as my thumb gingerly explored the silky-soft head. Jeremy groaned, and a tiny drop of pre-cum leaked from the tip. It was powerful knowing I'd caused that. Desperate to taste him, my tongue swirled and laved the evidence of his arousal. It was intoxicating to taste his essence mixing with my own. Even more so was the way he tensed and released a harsh, uneven hiss as I took him deeper, until my lips were wrapped tightly around his rigid shaft.

Wanting to make him feel as good as he had made me, I sucked, licked, and pleasured him expertly until his hands were gripping my hair and his thighs stiffened, indicating he was achingly close to coming. With one last hollowed suck, I retreated, not ready for him to get off. At least, not when he wasn't inside me.

Just I was about to tell him that I was ready, Jeremy surprised me. His hands came to my waist, and in a flash, I was flipped onto my back with his body stretched out over mine. He leaned down and kissed me hungrily while he fingers found my entrance again. By the time he was done with me, I was drenched, a panting, wanton mess. I was so close when, all too soon, he pulled away.

"Jer," I breathed out in protest.

His heated expression told me that this wasn’t over though. Not in the least.

Nerves took flight in my belly as he reached across the blanket and dug his wallet out. He removed a condom, and when he turned back to me, his face was a mask of lust. And love.

"Sierra, are you sure?" he asked, and for a split second, I hesitated.

"I want you to make love to me, Jeremy. You've been my first for everything. And here and now, under the stars at our special spot, I'm giving you me. All of me."

I smiled at him as I mustered up as much confidence as I could. I’d seen and felt the size of him up close, and I won’t lie and say that the size of it didn’t give me a twinge of nervousness. A wave of apprehension washed over me as I wondered how it was going to fit, but I pushed that thought from my mind, knowing he’d take care of me, just as he’d been doing all our lives.

My legs inadvertently clenched together in anticipation of his touch, but he wasn't having it. When he pushed his knee down to separate my legs, I complied. One lone finger traced along my slit, and his eyes became hooded. I was primed and ready for him, and he wasn’t going to make me wait any longer.

He positioned himself at my entrance then laid his body down on top of mine. His left hand brushed the bangs out of my face before he cupped the side of my head. His eyes bored down into mine, and as he slowly slid the tip of his cock inside me, his eyes fluttered closed.

"I love you, Sierra," he whispered. "I love you."

My hands gripped his back and I held on for dear life, waiting for the pain to come. But he didn't move.

"Jeremy, what are you doing?" I asked, my fingers tapping on his back.

He lifted his head, opening his eyes, which were brimming with love and devotion. "You. This. Us. It's just… It's overwhelming. I had no idea how incredible it would feel to be inside you. And now that I am, I want to bury myself until I have no idea where I end and you begin. But damn, baby…I don't want to hurt you."

Tears pricked my eyes. Not from pain, but from love.

"It's going to hurt,” I said. “At least a little bit. I'm prepared for that."

"I'm not."

I smiled up at him. "Jeremy…it'll be worth it. I know. Now, shut up and make love to me."

And make love to me he did. Did it hurt? Of course. Was it worth it? Absofreakinglutely.

I learned that night that sex didn't have to be carnal and dirty or bring on ten orgasms. Sure, sex like that would come, and it’d be amazing, but that night? That isn’t what we experienced. The night Jeremy and I had sex for the first time was us connecting ourselves in the most intimate way possible. We were giving ourselves to each other. I was showing him that I trusted him with my whole self—heart, body, and soul—and in turn, he was showing me he'd always take care of me. Always protect me and put my needs first. Always love me.

It was everything I’d never imagined. In fact, it was kind of the complete opposite. Instead of spine-tingling, toe-curling passion, it was over quicker than expected, and the pain was more intense than the pleasure. But, with every stroke of Jeremy’s fingers, every steady departure and hesitant thrust, his movements emanated the love he had for me. The utter devotion, the cautious, tender way he touched and took me. It was absolute perfection. It was exactly what every girl's first time should be like.

And, afterwards, we lay in silence on the blanket, listening to the sounds of nature and staring up at the stars. Side by side, we held hands, half clothed, whole hearted. He’d thrown his shorts on, and I’d put my T-shirt on, but that was as far as we’d gotten before collapsing back onto the blanket in a post-sex fog. Thankfully, he’d packed a second blanket, so we were covered from prying eyes and cool temperatures.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, finally breaking the silence. His voice was laced with worry.

I shifted until I was resting on his chest, gazing up at him. His eyebrows were drawn tight, and his jaw was clenched. It was endearing.

“Honestly? A little bit. Especially at first. I mean, you’ve been using your fingers for two years.” I took his hand and toyed with his fingers. “And these things are pretty big. But they have nothing on your cock, so yeah, it hurt a little bit. But it didn’t last long.”

“My what?” he asked.

“Your cock.”

“What?” he repeated. “I couldn’t hear you over the waves.”

I grinned. “More like you couldn’t hear me over the size of your ego swelling.”

“Actually, I just really wanted to hear you say cock again. It’s sexy as hell, Sierra. Where’ve you been hiding that dirty mouth?”

I leaned up to kiss him. “I guess you just bring the best out of me,” I whispered. “And now that you’ve officially made me a woman, who knows what’s going to happen next?”

He pressed a kiss to my lips then rolled us until we were on our sides. His arm slipped around my waist, and he held me close to him. “Lucky for me, I have the rest of my life to find out.” His expression softened, and his eyes darted back and forth between mine. “Thank you, Sierra.”

My eyebrows furrowed. “Why are you thanking me?” I asked, because after the way he had made me feel that night, I should’ve been the one thanking him.

“For having good taste in mutant reptiles.”

I laughed, snuggling up to him to steal some of his warmth. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on the top of my head.

“I love you, Jeremy. More than I ever thought possible.”

“I love you, too, baby. I have from the moment you stood on the top of that step. I’ve never stopped. I never will.”

We held each other close as sleep overtook us.

Jeremy was right. Even though we’d spent a decade loving each other, our lives were about to begin, and they’d never be the same. And they were going to twist and turn and change in ways we’d never imagine. But, if we held on to each other, held on to our love, we could get through anything. There was no question about it.