Chapter Thirty-Two
“Your wish is my command.” The words came straight from his gut. Everything he’d ever wanted was here for the taking and there was no way he was messing it up or letting it go.
“August.” The look in her eyes dazzled him.
“Say it again. My name.”
“August.” Her voice. So captivating. She sounded like all his dreams come true.
Every millimeter of doubt he’d harbored for so many years disappeared like a puff of smoke.
He didn’t remember acting. All he remembered was the taste of her lips. The feel of her body pressed against his. The beam of sunlight through the window warming them and silently giving its approval.
Better. She tasted better than he remembered. And he’d done all he could over the years to remember what she tasted like. Like sunshine and sugar and Sloane.
Her lips were works of art. He could linger over them for the rest of his life. He needed nothing else to sustain him. He wanted her closer. Needed her closer. Unfortunately, there was a fragrant barrier between them getting crushed in Sloane’s hand.
“Give me that.”
“Yes.” She leaned in closer.
He chuckled. “No, not that. Well, yes that, but after that.” He gestured to the half-eaten cupcake in her hand. She took one last bite, then dropped the dessert on the coffee table like a hot potato.
August could only laugh. How had he denied himself the joy she brought to his life for so long? She cut off his laughter with her mouth. The cream and taste of lemon still lingered on her tongue. So damned sweet. Sweeter than pure honey.
She swept her tongue across his bottom lip, silently seeking permission to enter. He happily complied. Their tongues met, hungrily curling around each other. It wasn’t a battle so much as a consummation of all they’d felt and never said. A simultaneous moan rent the air.
Greed surged through him. How had he managed to deny himself for so long? He wanted all of her now. Forever. Always.
She was straddling him now, her T-shirt riding up, and he couldn’t be happier. He was already hard, and then she ground against him, her lust clear and equal to his.
“Yes, right there,” she moaned when he circled his hips and bumped the ridge of his erection between her legs. Her uninhibited response spurred him to repeat the action. Her pleasure would always be paramount.
His mouth sought the curve of her neck. A hint of honey teased his nose. How often he’d dreamed of kissing her there. The curve of her neck, her jaw, her lovely cheekbones, the gentle sweep of her forehead. There wasn’t an inch of her he didn’t want to taste and kiss. There wasn’t an inch of her he wouldn’t taste and kiss. Over and over again, if he had his way.
She lifted her chin, giving him much-appreciated better access. He swept his lips across the soft expanse of skin.
He was rewarded with the sweetest moan. “Oh, my God, that feels so good.”
Music to his ears. He wanted to give her more pleasure than she could handle. August skimmed his lips down the smooth silkiness of her neck till he reached the base. Her pulse throbbed under his seeking tongue. Her deep, ragged breaths in his ear spurred him on.
More. He wanted to give her more. He wanted to give her everything.
His hands tightened on the back of her legs. The urge to ravage her drummed inside him, but he beat it back. Not yet. Not this time. He slipped a hand between her legs, her panties offering very little resistance.
“Oh, shit,” he mumbled.
She was so fucking wet. He wanted to be inside her more than he wanted his next breath.
Her head dropped to his shoulder. She was panting. “August. Touch me. Please.”
“Your wish is my command.”
Anything she wanted. Any time.
He slid a finger down her folds. Her panting increased in volume. Her hip movements increased in pace as she chased his finger. He found her clit and circled it with his thumb, as he pushed inside her with his middle finger. Her inner walls clasped tightly on to the digit. He groaned at the heavenly sensation. He dragged his finger in and out, savoring the feeling. Her hips moved in tandem with the movement of his finger.
Her hold on his shirt tightened when he rubbed against a spot high inside her. Her hips bucked forward. A tiny moan slipped from between her lips before she pressed her mouth shut. Not on his watch. He wanted it all.
“Don’t hold back. Tell me,” he demanded.
“Feels so good,” she whimpered, the fucking sexiest sound he’d ever heard.
“I can make it better.”
He wedged another finger inside her. And pressed gently against her clit.
He swallowed her scream with his mouth. The kiss was wild, greedy. Lips, tongue, teeth sliding, clinging, giving, demanding pleasure. She tasted like heaven, offering all the sustenance he would ever need.
Her hips picked up speed. She was so fucking tight wrapped around his fingers. How good would his dick feel inside her? Incredibly, he got even harder. As if sensing the direction of his thoughts, her hands landed on the front of his jeans. She squeezed once, twice.
He almost detonated. “Sloane. Sweetness. Please.”
She didn’t heed his plea. Instead, she pulled his zipper down and slipped her fingers inside. He didn’t have the willpower to stop her. Her hand wrapped around his dick was so fucking good. She pulled up and down, exerting the perfect amount of pressure to have him gasping as pleasure sang through his veins.
No, this was supposed to be about her. About making sure she was taken care of and wanted for nothing. August summoned a will he didn’t know he possessed and pulled away from her exhilarating touch.
He scrambled to sweep her T-shirt up and over her head. But it wouldn’t cooperate, so he jerked down until the shirt was nothing but two pieces of material in his hand. He tossed it aside. Greed consumed him. He stared at her beautiful breasts. Earlier, he’d tried—unsuccessfully—not to notice she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts were perfect. She was perfect. He wanted to taste those pretty little nipples. His mouth watered as they puckered under his watchful gaze.
She twisted to look at the shirt that now lay on the floor in pieces. She gasped. “You ripped it.”
“I’ll buy you another one.”
She mock gasped. “It’s a family heirloom.”
He grinned. “You’re full of shit.”
Laughing, they fell into another kiss. He filled his hands with her breasts and rolled the nipples between this thumbs and index fingers. Her groan let him know she approved of his actions.
Then her hands snuck under the hem of his shirt, touching him everywhere she could, leaving him breathless.
“Take it off,” she whispered in his ear.
He took it off.
“Nice.” She unabashedly ogled him.
As much as he appreciated her approval, he had other concerns at the moment. Like tasting every inch of her body.
Sloane mewled in protest when he lifted her. He wasn’t deterred. Her pleasure was his top priority and he wouldn’t stop until she was satisfied.
He laid her back on the couch. Her smile dazzled him. He wanted to take and take, but he forced himself to go slow. To savor. To fully satisfy. He’d waited a long time for this. There was no way in hell he was going to rush.
He started at her temples, trailing his lips across her forehead, to her nose, and her lips. He grasped her hands and kissed the pulse points at her wrists. Yes, this is where he was meant to be.
“August.”
Sloane was caught up in a web of sensation. Every touch of his lips and hands ensnared her more.
First, he skimmed her arms with a barely there touch, followed immediately by a whisper of lips and tongue. Then a soft kiss, barely there, landed on her parted lips. She’d never thought of the spot behind her ear as being particularly erogenous. How wrong she’d been. She gasped as he took the skin there between his teeth and tugged slightly, following the sting with a quick swipe of his tongue. He repeated the action on her neck, then her collarbone.
Her breath quickened as he drew closer to her breasts. She wanted his touch on her aching flesh. But he detoured. A kiss to each of her trembling fingers, then each palm, followed.
She was drowning, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Nothing she wanted to do to stop it. Her eyes drifted open. His, so fierce, so intent, were locked on her. To her every response.
She gathered the last vestiges of her strength and reached for his hands. Never taking her eyes from his, she raised his palms to her breasts. She inhaled sharply when he made contact with her sensitive skin. Finally, she lowered her gaze. His large hands covering her naked flesh was an erotic sight she’d remember for the rest of her life.
She arched her back, wanting more of his touch. Greedy for it. But he seemed content to take his time, to learn the shape and feel of her. What made her gasp. What made her moan. Her nipples, already tight, beaded into impossibly sharp points. He kept his eyes on her, weighing her reactions. A slight scrape of a fingernail across the sensitive flesh had her pushing her chest upward. A slight pinch of her other nipple had her crying out his name. Lust arrowed straight between her legs with each act.
Then his mouth descended, and thinking was no longer an option. His tongue swirled around and around her areola before finally scraping across her nipple. His eyes lifted. “Do you like that?”
“Yes. More.” Her voice came out broken, gasping.
His teeth scraped across her nipple, back and forth, before tugging at the mound of flesh. Sloane cried out as the orgasm rolled through her out of nowhere, leaving her quivering and shaking as ecstasy consumed her body.
When her eyes fluttered open, she found his dark, glittering eyes watching her every move. Silently waiting for permission to continue.
At her nod, he continued his journey, his lips skimming her quivering stomach muscles. He pulled her to the edge of the couch. Her panties were whisked away. Then a nip on her outer thigh caught her attention. His magical hands swept up and down her legs. Again, his lips and tongue followed his hands, tasting her like she was the ice cream she’d been so jealous of at the zoo. Another nip to her other thigh sent a wave of sensation cascading through her. Then he drew her legs over his massive shoulders.
“August?” She sounded nervous, uncertain even to her own ears.
“I got you.”
She lifted on her elbows. His shoulders corded with muscle. His mouth between her legs. A portrait that belonged in the Louvre. A quick flick of his tongue had her seeing stars. Then, a slower swipe had her wishing for more. Sloane’s mouth dried.
He alternated between faster and slower swipes, taking his cues from her. He nibbled, then bit. Faster when the movement of her hips slowed. Slower when she came perilously close to the edge. Beautiful torture. His mouth on her was a million times better than she’d ever imagined. He was a certified master with his tongue. When he found her clit, her whimpers ramped up to full-on cries.
She bucked, begging him for more. Demanding more. Sweat slickened her skin. Her hands slipped on the sofa cushions, searching for purchase.
Through it all, he was there. August and his wonderful tongue. Her eyes squeezed shut as delicious sensations bombarded her from every direction.
Then his fingers, long and immeasurably talented, joined in the action between her legs. He was so slow and deliberate, going at his own pace, despite her demands. And she fucking loved every second of it.
He held his tongue tight against her clit as he sank three fingers inside her. In and out. The sensations inside her twisted tighter and tighter, pushing her higher and higher.
Until she broke, splintering into a million jagged pieces.
As she floated back to earth, she was barely aware of him maneuvering her to lie on her side on the sofa. He joined her bringing their chests together. She languidly lifted her leg over his hard thigh. “You took your pants off,” she murmured.
“I did,” he said with a chuckle.
“Thank you.”
He answered with a soft, lingering kiss that quickly caught aflame. The long, drugging kiss rattled her senses. When the need for air became too much, she broke away to lay quick, hungry kisses to his neck, his Adam’s apple, his strong shoulders, his biceps. Anywhere she could touch.
It wasn’t enough.
She rocked against his hard length and wiggled her hand between them to grasp him. Hard, thick, and long. She took immense satisfaction in his low groan and the shudder that rocked his whole body as she pulled upward. She affected him as much as he affected her. This was meant to be.
But then her concentration was shot to hell when his hand landed between her legs. He pleasured her with his fingers, scraping across her clit just the way she craved before sliding two fingers inside her. Sensations rocked through her.
Another quick orgasm claimed her, shocking her. She’d never been this responsive to, this hungry for, a man’s touch.
He gripped her thigh hard enough to leave a bruise and lifted it higher on his thigh. His intent soon became clear. He rubbed the tip of his dick against her clit. As a scream drew in her throat, she sank her teeth into the vein in his neck and sucked. His fingers continued their magical maneuvering as he worked his erection against her. It was almost too much. But not enough.
She wanted more.
She was going to die if he wasn’t inside of her in the next thirty seconds.
Vague recollections of condoms in her bathroom flittered through her head, but she didn’t have the strength to get that out or to tell August to stop to procure them. Not when another bolt of lightning hit her when he touched her in the most brilliant way.
She dug her nails into his shoulders. “Please tell me you have protection.”
A foil packet appeared in front of her eyes. Oh, thank God. She didn’t give a damn where it came from as long as it was there. She watched as he ripped the package open and rolled the condom down his erection. Then he was at her entrance, pressing inside.
Sloane gasped at the amazing sensation. At the stretch and pull. Had anything felt so good in the history of ever? Their eyes met when he was fully inside. He felt it too. How perfect this all was.
Then they were kissing again as August slid in and out of her in a slow, perfect rhythm. His fingers rubbed against her clit. She was so close. So close.
But the couch’s width only allowed a certain amount of movement. She needed more. She hummed her frustration. Her hum increased in volume when he slid out of her without returning.
“Shh,” he murmured. Then, before she could blink, she was draped over the arm of the couch and he was thrusting into her from behind.
Oh, wow. This was better. She hadn’t thought that was possible, but she was thrilled to be proven wrong. This angle allowed him to go deeper. Fill her completely. He twisted his hips, changing the angle slightly. It was too much. Perfect. Unyielding.
She turned her head for another wild, incandescent kiss. He filled his hands with her breasts, alternatively massaging and pinching her nipples. Through it all, his hips never stopped their magical motion. Sensations were bombarding her from every angle, leaving her gasping for air.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded in her ear. It didn’t occur to her to argue. Even as he continued to thrust in and out of her, she eagerly slid her fingers between her slick folds, coating her digits in her wetness.
Pleasuring herself was nothing new. Men were often temporary, but vibrators were forever. But this, being with August while she saw to her own pleasure, was amazing. Her clit, now so sensitive, sent bolts of feeling through her as she rubbed it the way she’d mastered over the years.
“That’s right. Get yourself off while you ride my dick.” His low, deep voice in her ear spurred her on as he twisted her right nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through her body. She cried out in ecstasy as she moved in tandem with him, pushing her hips down as he thrust inside her. She wanted to give him all that he was giving her. His tortured groan was everything she wanted to hear.
“My dick loves how wet you are. Give me your fingers.”
Without hesitation, she held them up to his mouth. He licked them dry, his tongue sliding in between and around her fingers. He moaned in appreciation.
“Give me some more.” He accompanied the demand with another intoxicating roll of his hips and scrape of his nails against her nipples. Sloane was on the edge of delirium, her vision blurry, her mind fuzzy. Relying solely on instinct, she dropped her hand again. But this time, his hand joined hers. Mesmerized, Sloane watched the tandem action of their fingers, his thicker and longer, as they moved in and around each other. Lifting her hand, he licked the juices off his fingers, then hers.
“Sloane, Sloane,” August groaned over and over. It was more like pleading. Her name had never sounded so soulful, so necessary. So magical. His hips picked up speed, pressing her deeper into the couch. He found her clit again, rubbing, scraping. Sloane held on for dear life as she hurtled toward the cliff. Still, nothing prepared her for tumbling into a dark, wide-open abyss that didn’t seem to have a bottom with August’s guttural groan of completion in her ear.