Bound to Earth

42: Answer The Phone

Valentino's hands were all over my body, trying to touch as much of me as possible without breaking away. Our lips separated for a second, enough time for the both of us to take a deep breath and dive back into each other's warmth.

My finger fumbled down the seam of his shirt, shaking as I undid every button. When I tore his shirt down his arms, his mind caught up with reality. 

He laid me back, hooked two fingers in the waistband of my jeans and tugged. At that moment, I didn't care if he saw my scars or how I hadn't shaved. He didn't seem to care either.

It took him a few tugs, the wet material determined to cling to my legs, before he was able to snap them off my body. The strength he used to tear my jeans off, had me slipping from the ledge and into the glowing waters. 

Valentino pushed his jeans down his ass, kicking them to the side and slipping into the tepid water with me.

My shirt and bra was tugged off my body so fast I didn't realize it was gone until I heard its wet thud on the rocks nearby. The smooth rocks chilled my back despite the warm waters. Valentino was as bare as me, a thin piece of fabric covering the important bits.

I didn't get a chance to run my eyes over his body. He pressed himself to me until I was squished between him and the rock. I didn't mind, not when his hard length brushed against my heated core.

His hand dragged over my breasts. He only stopped to twist and tug at my pebbled nipples before continuing south. But just before his fingers could dip into my panties, he stopped and traced the seams.

Valentino pulled back, peering at me from under his lashes. "Tell me when, and I'll stop. No expectations, no questions. I'll stop when you want to."

"And if I don't want to stop?" I reached up and cupped his face. "What if I want to go all the way?"

His eyes widened, fully expecting me to back out. "The mate bond—"

I pressed a kiss to his lips, fully aware the mate bond would snap in place. "I know."

He swallowed, his throat bobbing and eyes watering. He brought his fingers up to trace the crest of my cheek. "You're sure?"

"Yes." I gave him a small, unwavering smile.

Ever so slowly, he slid his hand down my legs. He peeled my panties away. 

I barely noticed his fingers brushing against the apex of my thigh. Not when my attention was glued to the sheer length of him. It was much larger now that I got a glimpse.

Two of his fingers easily plunged into me, and I sucked in a sharp breath. My head dropped to his shoulder. I bit my lip to keep from pleading with him to skip the foreplay. I knew better. There was no way he'd comfortably fit in me without it.

His muscles flexed beneath my touch and his fingers continued their onslaught. He added a third finger and curled to press against the perfect spots.

He shifted enough for me to lift my head, his eyes glued to my throbbing core. Right when I thought it all would be too much, he pulled his fingers away. My thighs quivered in response. 

He adjusted his hips to align with mine.

Echoes of my heartbeat pounded in my ears as my chest tightened in anticipation. I knew he could hear my pulse when he lifted my hand and pressed a kiss to my wrist. Slowly, he thrusted his hips forward, careful not to hurt me.

I still cried out, gripping onto his shoulder. His length stretched me to where pain pricked, only to mingle with pleasure. By the time he'd completely disappeared into me, I was a panting mess.