Page 19 of The Impossible

When he was done, he looked at me. “Take all that shit off, now.”

My hand went across my chest and I gripped the strap of my dress. “Everything?”

“Every fucking thing but the ring on your finger, Nicolette.” He unbuttoned his shirt, eyes locked on me.

They were so serious. Intense. Dark. Heavy.

I did as he asked. My dress pooling around my feet in less than a second. I couldn’t even look him in the eyes.

“Look at me, Nicolette,” he demanded.

I swallowed hard, then looked at him. His eyes felt like they were burning a hole into me.

“I said everything.”

No thoughts were necessary. I peeled my underwear off, eyes locked on him.

“You know how long I waited for this moment?”

I shook my head.

“For too fucking long, Nic. Too fucking long.” He was on his feet in seconds, approaching me. He grabbed my hand, pulling me toward him, then he dropped it, his calloused hand gripping my side before he turned me around. I was facing him instead of the bed.

He then nudged me backwards. “Lay back.”

The way he said that let me immediately know that tonight would be long and I didn’t know if I was up for it.

I lay back against the slightly low sitting bed.

“Open up wider, Nic.” His voice sliced through the air authoritatively.

I did just as he got on his knees between my legs. “I wanna taste what I was deprived of, can I?”

He asked, but nothing in his tone said he was requesting anything.

“Mhmm,” I moaned, watching him lick his lips as his fingers traced my flesh. I was so wet and ready for him.

“Say yes and don’t you look anywhere else while I show this pussy love.” He gave me a menacing stare, then he lowered his head and nibbled on me like I was a morning snack.

Burying my elbows into the bed, I held on to the little bit of composure I had left, trying not to lose my mind, but how could I not. He demanded that I watch him, and I did, every so often trying to escape. But he held me in place, palmed like a fucking bowl.

My grip on the sheets tightened when he zeroed in on my sweet spot, going from licking rapidly to trying to suck it from between my legs.

I had to be granola or maybe even the yogurt under it already mixed with fruit.

It wasn’t long before an orgasm so violent rushed through me I could’ve sworn I heard what sounded like an ocean wave escape my body.

He didn’t lift his head once, but lapped up the mess, lick for lick, until he was finished. He still didn’t come up immediately, but instead began a trail of kisses up my body until he was hovering over my face.

“This is forever, Nic, and I mean that with everything in me. Ain’t no outs with us.” He didn’t give me the chance to disagree or tell him this wasn’t what I wanted because his lips were against mine, swallowing anything I would’ve said. I damn sure wouldn’t have said anything disagreeing with his words because at this very moment he could ask for anything and my answer would be yes.

He pulled back, his face hovering over mine out of breath before he began to speak. “Tell me you’re finally mine.”

I blinked several times, looking at him as he sat up on his knees and fully removed his shirt.

“That’s really how you feel?” I asked, watching him unbuckle his belt, then his pants.

“You know how I feel, Nic. Now tell me what I want to hear.”