Chapter Nine #2
We’re both shirtless, but my bra is securely fastened around my ample chest. He manages to drag the top of my leggings down to my hips, but I’m still covered.
My eyes glance towards Smith as he unzips one boot, then the other.
He’s hard through the denim of his pants and anticipation gathers in my belly.
Looking to help him out, I quickly reach behind me to unclasp my bra and toss it to the side.
When I look back, Smith’s movement has frozen, his eyes scorching as he takes in my naked breast.
They always were his favorite.
I lay my back flat on the mattress gliding my hands along my skin and sliding them into my damp hair. “Are you just going to stare, or are you going to get me naked?”
Smiths Adam's Apple bobs before he picks up where he left off, tossing my boots behind him. They hit the dresser with a smack making me chuckle. “It’s been six fucking years,” he mutters with a scowl.
“I’m sure as hell going to get you naked, Care.
Believe me.” With one fluid tug, he manages to free my leggings, dropping them to the floor, his gaze hungry.
“Now you,” I order, looking pointedly at the straining zipper of pants. I playfully bite my lip and he chuckles, shaking his head. The way his muscles bunch together as he unbuttons his jeans so distracting that I don’t notice he’s finally standing naked before me.
Smith wastes no time lifting my left foot to his mouth picking up where he left off, kissing his way up my thigh.
His eyes never break contact with mine, the heat and longing in them clear.
The higher he kisses the more difficult it is to not break his gaze, to never lose focus of the look in his eyes as he watches me.
When he pauses just before the juncture of my thighs, I break.
Shivers of pure anticipation are too much and my eyes squeeze closed waiting for the heat of his mouth.
“Cara,” he soothes, halting his ascent. “Look at me. I need to see your eyes.” It takes more effort than I care to admit to meet his gaze, but when I do, he looks at me so tenderly.
“I’ve missed you,” he breathes right before he puts his mouth on me, his eyes wide open.
A rush of breath leaves my body, a low moan going with it. My eyes roll into the back of my skull from the simple tease of his tongue. Pleasure I’ve long since forgotten builds within me, a damn waiting to burst.
Smith takes his time as he devours me, not stopping to remind me to open my eyes.
Dark stands of his hair slip through my fingers as our free hands clasp together.
Locked together in this sensual embrace, my body lets go.
Tears glide free, my head thrown back as I whimper and thrash in the sheets surrounding me.
Smith gently works his tongue over me in featherlight touches as I come undone, our hands welded together.
When my body calms its trembling, Smith gently slides up my body, his lips trailing ever so smoothly along my skin.
My hand is still locked in his hair, not quite able to loosen my grip.
I pull his mouth to mine. I once thought it impossible to have his lips on mine, so I memorize him, store his taste, his smell, the feel of his skin on mine, the feeling of his weight pushing me into the mattress. All of it.
My legs spread wide as he rests his hips against my own.
Outside, the rain hits the windows with a gentle patter like our own personal soundtrack.
Smith breaks our kiss, both of our chests heaving.
His large hand slips into my hair, his gaze searching for something in mine.
I push all the emotions billowing out of me toward him, willing him to feel it. To act on it.
He hums low, pressing his lips against mine once more, his forehead resting against mine as we sit nose to nose.
He says my name like a prayer as he pushes into my welcoming body.
For the first time, his eyes flutter closed as he sits himself deep within me, both of us moaning in unison.
My eyes are locked on his face and the look of pure awe resting there.
I brush back that stubborn strand of inky hair out of his forehead and his eyes flicker open.
“I’ve missed you too,” I breathe as I hold his head in my hands. My head lifts off the mattress as I kiss him slowly, our tongues teasing and exploring. Still locked in our kiss, Smith starts to move in long, smooth strokes.
Our hips move as one, neither of us in a rush.
This isn’t the time for a frantic coupling lost in everything except for our own pleasure.
We make love with each other, every touch and caress aimed to heal the hurt my decisions brought us.
Smith presses kisses to my neck, each kiss a unique form of worship.
The pleasure builds in slow increments, each stroke feeding the flames of my desire for him. Smith lets out a groan as he begins to lose control, his movements becoming faster, and deeper.
Now I’m the one dragging his face to mine.
Our foreheads rest together, our breaths intertwine, his sapphire eyes filled with desire.
My pleasure overtakes me, my orgasm dragging him along with me.
Neither one of us loses focus of the other as we find our release with one another.
Slowly finding our way back to each other.