Chapter Forty-Nine RHETT

We end up on the bed together, Willow pinned beneath me, our mouths fused, my hands wandering all over her. I want to touch her, consume her, make her come, see that pleasure wash over her face when the orgasm hits her. I want all of it, right now, with Willow.

The day was torture. I feel like I’ve lived a thousand lives since I woke up this morning to a text from Westscott asking if we could “chat for a minute.” Everything that’s happened since has blown my mind. My parents were even here for a bit.

Wild.

Can’t think about any of that right now though. Not when I’ve got the girl of my dreams in my arms, her sexy as fuck body wiggling beneath mine. She’s still in her uniform, even the jacket, and I lift away from her, tugging on the sleeve.

“We need to get all of this off of you,” I demand.

She lifts up, contorting her body into awkward positions to get the jacket off and when she does, I’m flinging it onto the floor, diving in for another kiss while my hands fall to the front of her button-up shirt. With fumbling fingers, I undo each one, my fingers brushing against her skin, making her shiver. When I’ve finally got the shirt open, I pull away so I can look at her. How beautiful she is, her white, lacy bra barely containing her breasts. I trace a finger along her cleavage, slipping it beneath the fabric of her bra and she tilts her head back, her eyes falling closed.

“You’re gorgeous,” I whisper, mesmerized by the texture of her skin. I want to touch her for hours, learn every single little part of her.

Goosebumps rise on her skin when I run my finger along the lacy edge of her left bra cup, then the right. And when I slip my hand beneath her back and undo the clasp, she helps me get rid of it, hurriedly detangling the straps from her arms before she lies back onto the mattress, on full display for me.

Her rosy nipples are hard and I bend my head over her chest, licking at one, then giving the same treatment to the other. She whimpers, thrusting her chest upward, seeking more and I give it to her, sucking one nipple deep into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it before I gently clasp it in between my teeth and press down.

She hisses in a breath and I release it immediately, sucking and nibbling on her other nipple, dividing my attention equally between both breasts. I could do this for hours too, encouraged by her responsiveness. She likes it. She has to from the way she’s grabbing at the back of my head, her fingers tugging on my hair, holding me close to her. I run my hands down her sides to her legs, flipping the heavy wool material of her skirt up, gliding my fingers along her smooth, soft thighs and she automatically spreads them.

My girl knows what she wants. And I’m more than willing to give it to her.

Sliding down, I kiss her stomach. Along the waistband of her skirt, all while I’ve still got my hands beneath her skirt since the fabric fell back into place. I curl my fingers around the flimsy fabric of her panties, tugging on them before I slip my fingers into the front, encountering nothing but wet heat.

“Fuck me.” I’m in awe of how wet I make her, how responsive her body is. Somehow, we get rid of the panties and I’m sliding my fingers between her thighs, stroking, the creamy sounds filling the otherwise quiet room and I concentrate my efforts on her clit. The more I rub it, the more she makes those needy sounds, and I lie there watching her face. Her eyes are closed and her hair spills all around her, her lips parted as she pants each breath. Her cheeks are pink, as is her chest, and I swear I feel a fresh gush of wetness coat my fingers when I slide one inside her body.

She’s tight. And a virgin. I don’t want to hurt her, but I assume I will.

Need to get her nice and ready for me.

Without warning, I shift lower, my hands sliding under her plump ass, pulling her to me as I settle my mouth on her pussy. She cries out, slapping her hand over her mouth as I lick her everywhere I can, my tongue searching every little part of her. Her clit throbs against my tongue and I draw tiny circles around it before I go lower, tongue-fucking her, my gaze going back to her face to find she’s watching me.

I pull away slightly, giving her an exaggerated lick on her clit and a low moan sounds in her chest, her entire body stiff. Almost unyielding. I think she’s close.

It goes on like this for long minutes. I add more fingers to it, fucking her with them, stretching her wide. Wider. She’s absolutely soaked, and I hope like hell all of this helps when I finally enter her for the first time because I’m aching to know what it’s like, to come inside of her.

“Rhett,” she whispers, and just her saying my name encourages me to go faster, desperate to make her come. To know I’m the one who has this hold on her. This power over her. “Oh my God, right.”

“Right what, baby? Right here?” I suck her clit extra hard, two fingers inside her and that’s all it takes.

She’s coming all over my face. My fingers. Her body quakes with the force of her orgasm, her soft cries making my dick ready to bust out of my sweatpants and I keep my attention on her for as long as she can stand it before she’s pushing me away.

I lift away from her, remembering how sensitive she was after I made her come the last time, and I climb off the bed, getting rid of my shirt. My sweats. Keeping my boxer briefs on to contain the beast so to speak, because I don’t need to look like I’m going to fuck her immediately. I can wait. I’m patient.

Somewhat.

I rejoin her on the bed, watching as she gets rid of the rest of her clothes until she’s completely naked, making me think of a flushed, naughty angel. I gather her in my arms, savoring the sensation of her skin against mine, and I let my fingers drift up and down her back, making her shiver.

“Was it good?” I ask, needing a critique.

“So good,” she whispers against my neck, kissing me there. I grimace, reaching for my dick so I can readjust it. I’m throbbing, dying for some relief, but I need to wait.

No matter how difficult it is. I can do this.

“I’m sure you’re suffering though.” Her hand finds my cock, her fingers drifting over the front of my boxer briefs, and I grab her wrist, pausing her exploration.

“I am,” I bite out. “You sure you want to go there?”

Willow lifts her head, her mouth finding mine in a quick, tongue-thrusting kiss before she pulls away to whisper, “Definitely.”

That’s all the encouragement I need to hear.

We resume kissing, her hand delving beneath my boxer briefs, fingers closing around my cock. I let her play with it, not giving her any guidance because I will take her touching me however I can get it. When she starts to stroke and eventually find a rhythm that has me rocking against her hand, I make her stop.

“Wha—” she starts, but she goes quiet when I lean over and grab the box of condoms that sits on her nightstand, tearing it open. “Oh.”

Rising onto my knees, I open the condom packet and roll it on, grimacing when my fingers brush my sensitive, extra hard dick. A shuddery breath leaves me and I tip my head back, closing my eyes. Trying to regain some sense of control. I think of boring things. Classes. Math. History. English. That dumb book we have to finish reading.

But then that makes me think of Willow sitting in front of me in class and how I dreamed of this moment. Now that it’s finally here, I’m trying my best to prolong it, but I’m failing miserably. This is too much.

She is everything I could ever want.

When I crack my eyes open and level my gaze onto her face, I find her watching me, her teeth buried in her lower lip. She looks nervous.

“I’ll go slow,” I promise as I guide my cock toward her entrance, pausing there for a moment before I drag just the head up and down, like I did to her last time, which she seemed to like.

Willow doesn’t look away as I tease her clit with my dick. She spreads her legs wider, scooting closer to me and I know now is the time. I need to enter her as slowly as possible so I won’t hurt her, though I doubt I’ll be able to avoid it completely.

“Just do it,” she encourages, her voice trembling. “Don’t prolong it.”

Under her encouragement, I push inside her, pausing when just the head is in. I’m immediately enveloped in tight heat and I wait there, letting her adjust, letting me regain some control so I don’t do something stupid like come all over her thighs.

Fuck, this is rough.

Eventually I push in farther, inch by excruciating inch, trying to savor the sensation of her squeezing me tightly. Trying more to resist the urge to come. This girl has me wound around her finger and I don’t know if she realizes just how much I would do to make her smile. Hear her laugh. Hear her moan. I would do anything for this girl.

Anything.

Even if she wanted me to stop right now, I would. It would be difficult but I’d do it.

For her.

I should tell her how I feel. How much I care. How I think I’m falling in love with her. It’s all happening so fast but I remember what my parents said—the last people I want to think about right now but here I am, doing exactly that—how I shouldn’t hold back my feelings. I need to come clean, but will she freak out?

God, I hope not.