“I am yours.” I kiss the edge of his jaw, working down his throat as I tug his tie free. The silk slips through my fingers as I drop it to the ground. Guiding him backward, I work the buttons of his shirt. My hands skim across his broad chest as I sweep his shirt down his arms, and when it finds its way to the floor, I admire the spectacular body below.
Garrett is solid and warm, skin kissed golden, even in the winter. The light patch of hair on his chest is soft as I run my fingers through it, and the muscles carved into his torso beg to be tasted. Before I can do that, his hands slip below his hoodie, sliding up the curve of my back, making it arch beneath his touch. When I lift my arms, he guides the thick material over my head, letting it fall behind me.
“One more thing I love about you.” The pad of his thumb scrapes over my nipple, making it harden. “You never wear a fucking bra at home.”
“It’s not good to restrict the girls.” A whimper trembles in my throat as his hot tongue rolls over the tight bud. “Gotta let ’em breathe.”
Garrett grips my hips, grinding me gently over him. A moan falls from my lips as my lower belly tightens with desire. Pushing a hand between us, I step down from his lap. He follows, and when I reach for his belt, he puts his hand over mine.
“I’m serious, Jennie. We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready to do.”
“I know what I want, Garrett, and I know my limits. Okay?”
His eyes search mine for a moment before he nods, letting me work his pants and boxers off him, his erection springing free. When I reach for my sleep shorts, he stops me, spinning me so that my back presses into his chest. His hand moves over my torso, fingertips dancing up until he finds my throat. He holds me tenderly, his breath heavy in my ear as he slips his free hand into my shorts. His chest rumbles when he finds me hot and wet, and when he skims my clit, I shudder. My shorts fall to my ankles, and he nudges my legs apart with his knee.
“You wanna know something?” he asks, stroking that bundle of nerves at the cleft of my thighs. His fingers dip, gliding through my wetness, and when he pushes one broad finger inside, I gasp. “You’re a fucking dream come true.”
Gentle fingers press into my throat, holding me to him as he brings me higher up my mountain, climbing toward my peak. His cock hardens at his breathless, whimpered name, pushing into my back, and when he adds a second finger, when his thumb finds my clit, I cry out again.
“Dreamt about my name on your lips for so long before you finally said it. Dreamt about the way you’d feel below me, the way you’d taste…but I never could’ve dreamed I’d find my best friend. That in finding you, I’d find more of myself.”
He holds my gaze over my shoulder as he works me faster, and when his fingers curl, my knees buckle. The corner of his mouth lifts as he watches me fall apart around him, and when I sob out his name, he swallows it with a kiss.
“I love you, Jennie. And I’m so fucking glad I caught you masturbating to me that one night.”
I wheeze a laugh, and he guides me down to the bed, crawling overtop of me.
“What do you want, Jennie? Tell me, please.”
“Everything, as long as it’s with you.”
“All mine?” he asks on a whisper.
“All yours.”
His forehead drops to my shoulder, and he pulls in a deep breath.
With my hand on his jaw, I coax his gaze back to mine. “Are you nervous?”
Color dots his cheek. He swallows slowly and nods. “Are you?”
“No,” I tell him honestly. “I have no reason to be. You’ve always given me everything I need, and I’ve always felt safe with you. This is no different. Your patience with me gave me all the time I needed to know this is something I want to share with only you, to trust you, to fall in love with you. I’ve never been more certain, and I’m so happy to do this with you.”
His lips cover my collarbone with kisses. “You’re right. It’ll be—” His head snaps up. “No, but you-you said…you said—”
“I love you, too, Garrett.”
His eyes come alive, brilliant and electric. “You do? Really?”
“I do, really.”
His grin is detonating, laugh eager as he crushes me to him, falling to his back, dragging me on top. “Thank fuck. I mean, obviously. Who can resist all this? About time you admitted it.”
“Garrett?”
“Yeah?”
“Shut up.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He sinks his fingers into the hair at the nape of my neck as his mouth takes mine. Winding an arm around my waist, he lays me down, hooking my legs around his hips. “To be fair, though, you taught me to be loud and proud about my thoughts, about what I want. You’re who I think about and all I want. So maybe I don’t wanna shut up about that.”
My head falls back with a soft cry as he rocks into me, and when I right myself again, he runs the tip of his nose against mine.
“Can I ask you something, Jennie? How did you picture your first time? Did you want music? Candles? Maybe this can be your do-over.”
Honestly, I’d never put much stock into the aesthetics of my first time. I’d always wanted it to be special, but special hadn’t meant fancy things or putting on a show. It meant feeling loved, accepted, wanted. It meant feeling safe to share all my parts with someone else, not having any doubts about being enough, and knowing I’d still be enough afterward. Special meant unhurried, taking our time, appreciating each other for who we were and how we made each other better.
I hadn’t had that experience, and I’d always felt robbed. But right now? Garrett is giving me the experience I always craved, the one I deserved.
“This,” I finally answer. “Right here with you is how I pictured it. Being with someone I love, someone who reminds me I’m already enough.”
“You are enough, Jennie. I used to be scared of how enough you were, unattainable almost. I wasn’t sure I could stack up. But I know now. Everything I was missing was something you brought with you, evening me out. I realized I was never not enough; I was waiting for you so we could be whole together.”
His words touch a deep part of me, branding my heart. Because only with Garrett do I embrace all of me.
I stroke a hand down the side of his face. “Look at you, putting your feelings into words. Proud of you.”
“See what you do to me? I’m so in love with you I can’t even think straight.
“To be fair, you’ve never been able to think straight.”
He huffs a laugh, rocking his hips against mine. “I’m not afraid to shut you up with my cock down your throat.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“In a heartbeat. Not tonight, though. Tonight, sunshine, I love you soft and slow.”
I take a deep breath. “I’m ready.”
He brushes a tender kiss to my lips. “Thank you for trusting me, Jennie.”
Fisting his cock, he runs it through my slit, watching as I soak him. Our eyes lock, and slowly, so damn slowly, he pushes inside.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Fucking…heaven.”
My back arches off the bed as I gasp, feeling the way I stretch to accommodate him, molding around him. He’s heavy and thick and takes up every bit of space, making me feel fuller than I ever have.