Page 135 of Hate You Up Close

“Tell me, baby” I rasp, brushing my thumbs along her cheeks.

Break my heart.

Rip my chest wide open.

Take what’s yours.

I am yours.

“If I tell you…You have to promise me that you won’t pull away,” she croaks. “You have to promise me.”

“I promise you,” I reply without hesitation and press another kiss to her lips. “I’m not going anywhere. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't. My body doesn't know how to survive anymore without you.”

“Good,” she exhales, sweeping her thumbs along my jaw. “Because mine doesn't either.” She takes a deep breath before continuing.

“I love you, Elliot,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “I love you so much it hurts. I love your flaws. I love your past. I love your heart. You may hate yourself, but that’s okay because I love all of the parts that you hate. I love you enough for the both of us.”

A tear falls from my lashes and drips onto her cheek.

“I love you, Elliot Thompson,” she repeats, lifting up to kiss my wet cheeks. “And nothing will ever change that. You can’t convince me to hate you, because I love you too damn much. You deserve love, and I want to be the one to give it to you.”

My chest constricts as a hoarse whimper cracks in my throat.

I slam my lips to hers and let the tears fall. I fucking cry like a baby as I devour her lips and tangle my hands into her silky hair. She swallows my groans, and I swallow her whimpers. Saltiness fills our kiss and I think she might be crying too, or maybe it’s all me. Maybe, for the first time in my adult life, the dam has finally broken.

Our bodies writhe and rock, my hard chest bumping against hers and my aching cock rubbing against her belly.

I tug her bottom lip between my teeth before kissing her cheeks, nose, and jaw. I lift my hips, reaching between us to grip my length and stroke myself as I gaze down at my beautiful girl. My hand trembles as I run the head of my cock through her wet folds.

“I…” I shudder, completely breathless as I breach her entrance with my tip. “I…So much, Roxanne. So much.”

I hope she understands what I’m trying to tell her. I hope she knows that this is the most vulnerable I’ve ever been in my entire life. I hope she knows that this is me trying. This is me giving up the one thing I hold sacred: my control. My heart.

“I know,” she whispers, her voice quivering with emotion as she nods her head. “I know, baby.”

Roxanne wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me to her until we’re chest to chest and mouth to mouth.

“Show me,” she rasps. “Show me how much.”

Cupping her jaw, I seal my lips to hers and push all the way inside. We both groan at the sweet intrusion, our bodies becoming one.

I dip my tongue into her mouth, kissing her as slowly as I’m thrusting inside of her. I don’t want to go fast. I don’t want to rush. I want to worship her body. I’m offering myself up at the foot ofher altar.

Our lips never part as our sweaty bodies grind together, moving in a rhythm of their own. When we break apart for air, I pull back to stare down into her emerald eyes…Eyes that I’ve dreamt about every night since I first met her. A whimper falls from her pillowy lips as I slowly pull out to the tip before pushing back in until I’m buried deep inside of her. Our gazes stay in an intimate lock the entire time.

She meets me thrust for thrust, pushing into me with each roll of my hips. Heat rushes to my groin at the feeling of her sucking me in, pulling me deeper and deeper by the second.

Sex has never felt this way for me. This feels sacred. This feels religious.

Roxanne’s nails claw down my back as I begin to pick up speed, burrowing deeper than before. Our breathing picks up, sounding like we’re fighting for air as we try to make this last forever. Her legs circle my waist and her heels dig into my ass, urging me on.

“Elliot,” she cries out as I feel her tighten around my cock.

I’m as deep inside of her as I can possibly get, the most intimate part of my body laid bare and buried to the hilt. I thread my fingers through hers, lifting her arms over her head and pressing my forehead to hers.

“Elliot, I…” she swallows thickly, her brows pinched together in pleasure. She’s at a loss for words, unable to string together a coherent sentence.

My balls tighten as I sink into her repeatedly, my hips slapping against her ass with each thrust.