Southern Desire (Southern Heart 2)

Finally, I grab my wallet and inside is one condom. Just one. I’m not so sure that one is going to be enough. It will have to do for now. Rolling back over, I find her eyes eating me up. I hold up the condom and she grins. I toss it on the pillow beside her head and she grabs it.

“I’m ready, you’re ready.” She grabs hold of my cock. “We don’t need to wait.”

Shit. I suck in a breath at the feel of her soft hands on me. “Whit, you need to chill with that. I’m going to lose it.”

She smirks. “Good, you made me lose my mind. I want to give you that.”

Placing my hand over hers, I pull it away. She reaches for the condom and tears it open. I link my hands behind my head and close my eyes, giving her the go-ahead to roll it on. If I watch her, I’ll lose my shit. I suck in a breath when I feel her wet lips on the head of my cock. My eyes pop open, and before me is a sight I will never forget. Whitney, her gorgeous, naked body bathed in the moonlight, with her soft lips wrapped around my cock. I fight the urge to let my eyes roll back in my head at the sensation. I let her do her thing, my eyes soaking it up and committing this vision, this moment, to memory.

“Whit,” I say, placing my hand around her neck and pulling my hips back. I fall from her lips with an audible pop. Her big eyes gaze up to me. I can’t see the color in the moonlight, but I can see the sparkle. She slides the condom on and lies back on the thick quilt, offering herself to me.

I’ve done this before. I’ve had sex; I’m not a saint. But I’ve never done this. I’ve never actually made love to someone. Never made love to the one. Because she is. I’ve never been more certain that she’s who I have been waiting for. My palms are sweaty just thinking about sliding inside of her.

“Aaron.” Her sweet, hesitant voice pulls me from my thoughts. I can see the question in her eyes. She thinks I’m going to stop this. Not a chance in hell.

“I’m just taking it in, taking you in. I want to remember this.”

She relaxes a little, but I can still see the confusion my words have caused. Will she ever understand how she affects me? I relax my body over hers; her legs fall open, allowing me to settle between them. I rest my weight on my elbows, careful not to crush her.

“You good?” she asks, her hands cupping my cheeks.

“You don’t get it, do you?” I ask her. “This moment, it’s more than just sex. It’s me and you, Whit. It’s us and what we are to each other. I’m about to make love for the first time in my life.” Leaning in, I kiss her. “It’s you, baby.”

She pulls me down and kisses me. I hold steady, my cock poised at her entrance, ready to take what we’ve both been craving for weeks now. “It’s us,” she whispers against my lips.

I’m glad she feels that way, but that’s not exactly what I mean. “No, baby, it’s you. You’re the one. The one I’ve been waiting for. The one I want to spend my life with.” Her eyes grow wide and shimmer with tears. “I love you, Whitney,” I say as I finally slide myself inside of her. I push in and stop, the tears that glistened in her eyes are now coating her cheeks.

“I love you, too,” she whispers.

Wiping her tears with my thumbs, I press my lips to hers and start to move. I take my time, feeling her heat, loving her with everything I have. Her hands move to my back and dig in as she moans my name.

I feel like I’m having an out-of-body experience. My body is pressed to every inch of hers. I can feel her everywhere, taste her on my tongue, hear her voice as she moans for me, see her as she builds up to her orgasm. It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen, felt, heard, and I never want it to end.

I bury my face in her neck, overwhelmed by all of the emotions and sensations running through me. “Love you,” I say again. She squeezes my cock as my words hit her ears. In-fucking-tense!

Her nails dig into my back and I relish the feeling. I want her to mark me, for her to see the proof of this moment, of this experience that is like no other.

“Aaron,” she breathes.

I rock my hips and she closes her eyes, biting that bottom lip. “Open for me, Whit. I need to see your eyes when you come for the first time with me inside of you. I need to see it,” I coach her.

Slowly, she blinks her eyes open and explodes around me. She’s squeezing my cock so hard, I can’t hold back as I fall into my own earth-shattering orgasm. Unable to hold my own weight, I slump against her. I know I’m probably crushing her, but I just need . . . a minute.

My face is buried in her neck as I try to get myself under control. I don’t know how long we lie there, me still inside of her, her arms tracing up and down my back, but when I can finally find the energy to lift off her, I see her face and she’s smiling. A wide smile unlike any I’ve ever seen from her. I pull out of her and cringe at the loss of her heat. Quickly taking care of the condom, I toss it aside with a mental note to take care of it in the morning.

“Aaron!” she scolds me with a laugh.

“I’m not moving from this quilt. Come here.” I pull her into my arms and settle back against the pillow, her head on my chest.

Nothing but the sounds of the night surround us. “It’s peaceful.”

“Yeah, this place has a lot of meaning to our family.” And not just my family, but now us too. I can only hope she becomes part of my family.

“You keep taking me places and I’m taking away from the meaning.”

“No.” Placing my finger under her chin, I tilt until she’s looking at me. “You make it better, Whit. So much fucking better.” Her eyes glisten again as she gives me a watery smile.

“I thought I would never find this. Find someone who loves me as much as she did. She was all I had.”

“Not anymore,” I say, holding her a little tighter. Not anymore.

I wake to kisses trailing down my back. I try hard to suppress my grin. I like waking up with him, this way especially. Aaron trails kisses over my shoulder to my neck.

“Baby, open your eyes. I don’t want you to miss it,” he whispers.

Miss it? That’s right, the sunrise, the reason I’m sleeping in a hayloft. Not that I’m complaining. After last night, we can move up here if it means sleeping in his arms and declarations of love.

When I open my eyes, I’m facing toward the open door of the loft. “I don’t want to miss it,” I say, my voice groggy from sleep.