Chapter 18 #2
I melt into him, fingers curling around his bicep, sighing as he deepens the kiss.
His hand slides up my bare back, fingers dragging lightly along my spine.
My body wakes all over again—hot and needy, just from the way he’s touching me.
His tongue slips into my mouth, coaxing a moan from my throat, and suddenly, the kiss isn’t lazy anymore. It’s hungry.
His hand fists in my hair, tugging gently, tilting my head so he can kiss me deeper. His hips roll against mine under the covers, slow and deliberate, and I feel him hardening between us.
“I missed this,” he mutters against my lips, voice thick. “Missed you. And you were only gone a few hours.”
I smile into the kiss, breathless. “We should probably eat.”
“Oh, we will,” he murmurs, kissing down my jaw. “But I plan on starting with you.”
His mouth trails down my neck, open and wet, the kind of kiss that sends sparks straight between my legs. I arch into him, breath stuttering as his fingers graze over my ribs, then lower, slow and steady and maddening.
“You sure?” he murmurs, lips dragging over my collarbone. “Because once I start, I’m not coming up until you’re shaking.”
My thighs clench. “Yes. Please.”
That’s all it takes.
He pushes the covers off us with a low growl, and in one fluid motion, he’s sliding down my body, dragging the sheets away like he’s unwrapping something sinful.
“Goddamn,” he mutters when he reaches the tops of my thighs, spreading them with both hands. “You’re already wet for me.”
His eyes flick up to mine, dark and heavy with want.
“Lay back, baby. Let me take my time with you.”
And then his mouth is on me. Hot, slow, deliberate.
He licks a long, teasing stripe through my folds, groaning deep in his chest like he’s tasting something he’s been craving since last night.
One hand anchors my thigh to the mattress while the other strokes lazy patterns along my hipbone.
I moan, hips jerking, but he pins me down with a low command.
“Stay still.”
His tongue circles my clit, feather-light at first, then firmer, flicking just enough to make me whimper. He backs off, only to press a kiss there that’s gentle and obscene.
“You hear that?” he says, voice low and wrecked. “That’s you. That sound. So fucking sweet.”
Then he dives back in.
And this time, there’s no teasing. Just full contact, mouth sealing over me, tongue stroking, sucking, working me into a frenzy. My hands fly to his hair, fingers gripping tight as I ride the rhythm he gives me. He moans against me when I pull, the vibration making me cry out.
“Fuck, you taste like sin,” he growls, pulling back just enough to slip a finger inside me. Then another. “So soft. So tight. This pussy was made for me.”
He curls his fingers just right, and when he adds suction to his tongue, I nearly come undone. My thighs tremble. My breath breaks. I’m close. He knows it too.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Let go for me. Let me feel you fall apart.”
And I do. With a shattered cry, I come against his mouth, legs shaking, heart pounding, his name on my lips like a prayer.
But he doesn’t stop. He groans as I pulse around his fingers, licking me through it like he’s starving.
When I finally collapse, boneless and gasping, he kisses the inside of my thigh.
Then he looks up at me, lips glistening, eyes dark and possessive. My breath stutters when I see him.
“Next time, I’m fucking you with my mouth until you can’t walk.”
I run a hand through his hair, tugging gently. His pupils are blown, lips swollen, jaw tight like he’s barely holding himself together.
I tilt my head and smirk.
“Is that all you’ve got?”
His brows lift. “What?”
“I thought you said you weren’t coming up until I was shaking.” I drag a finger down his cheek, smug. “Pretty sure you could’ve made me come twice.”
He blinks, stunned for a beat. Then laughs.
“You little brat.”
I shrug, biting back a smile. “Prove me wrong.”
And that’s all it takes. He lunges. One second I’m cocky and smug, the next I’m flat on my back with his hand around my throat, his mouth crashing onto mine. The kiss is messy this time, needy, like I lit a match in his chest and he’s about to burn us both alive.
“You wanna taunt me, baby?” he growls against my lips. “That how you want this round to go?”
I gasp when he rolls his hips into mine, cock hard and thick between us. He’s not playing anymore.
“Thought you wanted slow?”
“That was before you opened that mouth.” He grins, feral. “Now I’m going to remind you who made you come so hard you saw stars.”
“Yes,” I whisper, breathless. “Remind me.”
He growls again and grabs my thighs, flipping me effortlessly onto my stomach. His hands drag me up to my knees, chest flush to the mattress, ass in the air. He grips my hips like he owns them, like he owns me, lining himself up at my entrance.
“You want it like this?” he rasps, rubbing the head of his cock through my slick folds. “Want to be fucked while you’re still dripping from my mouth?”
“Yes—God, please.”
And then he’s inside, thrusting deep in one smooth stroke, a broken moan ripping from my throat as he fills me again.
He leans forward, mouth at my ear, voice pure sin. “That’s it. Take me, baby. Take every inch.”
His rhythm is relentless. Hard and fast and filthy and the slap of skin on skin filling the room. But underneath the dominance, there’s still tenderness. His hands gripping me like I’m his favorite thing. His mouth on my neck, pressing kisses between every thrust.
“You feel that?” he groans. “That’s you, still fucking wet from the mess I made of you.”
My body tightens, pleasure winding again, sharp and sweet.
“I’m gonna make you come on my cock now,” he pants. “No fingers. No mouth. Just this. Just me.”
And I do.
Shaking, crying out his name, collapsing into the sheets as he follows with a deep, rough groan, spilling inside me like he can’t hold back another second.
He stays there for a beat, still deep, his chest draped over my back, both of us panting.
Then he presses a kiss to my shoulder and mutters, “Next time, you mouth off like that, I’m tying you up first.”
I grin into the pillow. “Promise?”
His groan makes me laugh and it hits me. This is the most alive I’ve ever felt.