38. Can’t Even Form Words
CAN’T EVEN FORM WORDS
WILL
I don’t know what came over me when I abandoned my plan to walk away tonight. I have no idea what I was thinking when I said ‘let’s take sex off the table’, especially when the sex has always been amazing between us.
I lean into Annie’s hand as she runs her fingers through my hair and continue to watch her get her breath back. When her breathing evens out, I stand and undo the buttons on my shirt, smirking when she rises to her elbows to watch me, her eyes following the path of my hands.
“You’ve been working out,” she says, nodding towards my abs.
“I had to find a way to keep myself occupied when I couldn’t get to the beach as often as I wanted to.” I toss my shirt aside and get started on my jeans, kicking them off.
“As sexy as that dress is on you, that doesn’t look overly comfortable.” I nod towards the dress that’s bunched up around her waist.
She raises an eyebrow. “You just want to rip it off me, don’t you? ”
“I kind of do, but it looks expensive.”
She laughs and sits up, pulling it over her head and throwing it aside, before lying back on her elbows again. “Get over here,” she says.
I move up her body and plant a kiss on her stomach before rolling her on top of me and pulling her face down to mine. She sighs and runs her hands through my hair while she kisses me.
Every moment together feels like coming home, and this, right here… This is everything I’ve missed.
She begins to kiss her way down my body, settling between my legs and looking up at me with a smile.
Sliding her hand over my painfully hard erection, she bends slowly, her gaze locked with mine as she takes me in her mouth, running her tongue over the tip as a hiss escapes my lips.
She begins to bob her head up and down, taking me further each time until I hit the back of her throat.
“Jesus,” I grind out. “Keep that up, and this is going to be over much quicker than either of us intended.”
She hollows her cheeks, and my eyes roll back in my head. She pulls away after a moment, moving up my body to straddle my lap. She leans down to kiss me again.
“Please tell me you’ve got protection in here,” I murmur against her lips, breathing a sigh of relief when she nods.
“I bought some after we got back from camping,” she replies with a small smile.
She kisses me a little longer before reaching over and pulling an unopened box of condoms from her bedside draw, handing it to me so I can rip the plastic off with my teeth. She takes the first foil packet out, opening it as she sits back before rolling the condom down my shaft.
She lowers herself down on top of me, moving so slow it feels like torture.
But once she’s fully seated, we both sigh at the same time.
A smile plays across her lips as she traces a finger over my abs before planting both hands on my chest, beginning to rock slowly.
I grip both her hips, urging her to move faster, and she grinds down, throwing her head back.
I sit up to take one of her breasts in my mouth, and she moans, sliding her fingers into my hair.
We’ve perfected this dance so many times, and yet, right now, it feels like the first time. Seven years is a long time apart, and I’d begun to think we’d never get back what we had. But now… Now I wonder if it could be even better than before.
We continue to work together, our movements speeding up as we both climb higher together.
“Think you have one more in you?” I ask, my breath catching when she rolls her hips again.
“Mhm,” she replies, pressing her lips to the side of my neck.
“Love it when you can’t even form words,” I say with a smirk.
Her only response is to pick up the pace, and my ability to talk escapes me once again when I feel her inner walls tighten around me. Seconds later, she pulls me over the edge with her, our cries mingling as we come together.
After a few moments, she lowers her forehead to mine and closes her eyes. “Stay with me tonight?” she asks, her voice barely louder than a whisper.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I reply, brushing my lips against hers.
“So… I really need to talk to you about something,” Annie’s voice drifts out of the bathroom ten minutes later.
“Yeah?” I pull my jeans back on before resuming my search for my shirt. “Have you seen my shirt?”
She doesn’t answer, and I figure I’ll just ask her when she comes out, so head into the lounge room, turning the TV on. She’d suggested we watch a movie, seeing as neither of us is quite ready for bed yet.
Moments later, she steps into the room, and I raise an eyebrow .
“So… I’m not getting my shirt back, am I?”
The mystery of my missing shirt is now solved, as she’s standing in front of me wearing her lace underwear with the shirt hanging open over the top, just barely covering her breasts.
“Oh, you mean this shirt?” She closes the distance between us, stopping in front of me to stroke my cheek.
“You want this shirt back?” She shrugs out of the shirt, letting it slowly slide to the floor before straddling my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck as she kisses me.
I let out a laugh that quickly turns into a groan when she nips my lower lip while rolling her hips a little.
“Should I pick the shirt up?” she murmurs against my lips.
“Don’t you fucking dare get up,” I reply, kissing my way down her neck before closing my lips over her nipple.
She arches her back as she sighs, running her fingers through my hair. “We’re supposed to be watching a movie.”
“Ssshhh, I’m busy,” I reply, moving to her other breast.
She lets out a breathy laugh, moaning when I grip her hips and move her back and forth. “I have something I need to talk to you about,” she says.
I shake my head. “Later.” I run my tongue over her nipple.
She shivers. “If you insist,” she says, sucking in a sharp breath when I slide my hand between her legs.
I have no idea what she wants to tell me, but right now, all I want to do is watch her come again.