Chapter 46 #2
I kissed her, claiming her lips, and she met my passion full force.
The relief flowing through me was nearly as powerful as the hunger between us.
Her tongue glided over mine, and I moaned into her mouth, clutching her nape, exposing her jawline and all my favorite spots to nibble.
She arched her back, rubbing into me, making me rock hard to the brink of madness. Get. This. Dress. Off. Now.
Clenching my hands on her hips, I stilled her, then eased her back into the mattress, creating space to reach down between us to the hem of her dress.
Ever so slowly, I slid it up. When I reached her panty line, I dipped a finger at the apex, then tweaked the fabric, giving me access to where she was wet for me.
Fuck. “I can feel how much you missed me.”
She hummed as she slid her hand under my waistline enough to entice my head with her fingertips. With the slickness collected there, she drew small circles. “Looks like you missed me too.”
It took every ounce of control not to rip her clothes off right then and there, but I wanted to savor this moment.
Missing someone, even if it was only a few days, hit differently when you didn’t think you’d be with them ever again.
Now that we had time, all the time we needed, I wanted to make sure that every touch, kiss, caress of mine showed her how much I loved her.
She unbuttoned my pants, and I gave her the space to scoot them down past my hips. Then I pressed into her, forcing her hands to stop. She pulled them free and squeezed my ass with a giggle that turned into a mewl when I rubbed myself against her.
Rising on my knees, I lifted her to me. Her mouth crashed into mine as our hands fumbled to remove any and all clothing left between us. I guided her back to lie on the mattress, then licked a trail down her neck and kissed a path to her breast.
“Fuck,” I muttered into one side and captured the other in my hand.
I sucked at the sensitive center and rolled my tongue along the swollen peak.
I moved to the other, giving it the same slow and focused attention.
Relishing every inch of this woman as she melted and moved into every one of my touches.
Cici’s hands rolled through my hair as I made my way down. The simple gesture sent a zip of lust down my spine, overwhelming my mind and body. Sex never felt this way, a wild mix of desire and devotion, consuming me completely.
I took one last handful of her full breasts before skating my hands down her abdomen, feeling goose bumps bubble under my fingertips. I smiled into her sweet skin as I trailed my breath down to the space between her thighs until her wetness graced my lips.
Curling my tongue into her slit, I swept through her arousal. The moan that elicited made me want to stay there, tasting her earthy sweetness forever. As I hummed my pleasure into her core, her hands knotted in my hair, and I happily lapped at her, nuzzled into her.
“More,” she whispered as her hips rolled.
Heeding her command, I sank a finger deep inside her, and she threw her arm across her mouth, drowning a cry.
I pumped in and out, curling and pivoting, driving desperate, muffled sounds from her.
She pulled at my hair and clutched at my face, reaching for me, but I couldn’t let up.
Not with those sounds she made. They were addicting.
Her silky walls fluttered around my finger, and she reached for me. “I need you,” she gasped. I tried not to launch forward and plunge into her. Instead, I readied myself with a condom in record time, then rested my elbow next to her head and dropped down to kiss her slowly.
Nestling my forehead on hers, I murmured, “I love you” as I notched myself at her entrance.
Her breath hitched. Then she whispered the words I would never get tired of hearing. “I love you.”
She squeezed her eyes shut as I sank into her. The sounds forming in the back of my throat were met by her mouth with a kiss that made it clear she was over any lingering touches and looks.
Beneath my fingers, her skin was soft, her body so malleable with each slide and squeeze. I would never get enough of her. Touching her. Tasting her. Loving her.
Begging me with her hands, she scratched, then smoothed over the curve of my ass, spurring me deeper. “Reed, more.”
The out-of-control sound of my name fed my need to give her anything and everything she wanted. Her legs entangled with mine, writhing, practically imploring with each rub of her foot along my calf.
If she needed more, I’d let her take all I could give.
Wrapping an arm around her back, securing her close to me, and cradling her head, I buried myself to the hilt inside her, then rolled to the side.
She gasped when she landed soundly on top of me.
The coolness of the sheets collided with my fevered skin, and her hair tickled my chest as she looked down at me.
I was in awe of her. This beautiful angel, arching into me, rolling into the spot she sought.
“Mmm, yes. Ride the fuck out of me, baby.”
With her lips turned in the most delicious way, she leaned down, silky breasts squeezing against my chest, hair fanning and curtaining our faces. Her eyes were heated charcoal, anchored on mine, as she intertwined our fingers.
Sitting up, she guided my hands under her tits, leaving them there for me to caress.
A shiver traveled down my spine at the feel of her plumpness. So perfect, they had to be made for me. She ground into me, each movement sensual. Her hums and purrs mesmerized me, to the point that all I could see and feel and hear was her.
I let her lead, as her tempo went from slow and deliberate to a frantic mingling of rolling and gripping, breasts bouncing, and her hair swishing over her shoulder and collecting along the dew on her face.
Her head fell with a “Mmm” as she gripped my skin. Agony and drunken bliss flickered across her face as she held in her raw sounds, bringing herself closer, and my own currents of electricity raced through me.
Thoughts trickled in from last time we were in this bed, how loud she was when she let loose, that cry breaking free from her lips. Fuck, I wanted to hear that sound again so badly.
Savoring that thought, I pressed my thumbs at her lips, distracting her mouth from the sounds she so desperately wanted to release. She dove her tongue out, and the wet feel of it sent a spark straight through me until I throbbed inside her.
“God, baby, I can’t last much longer.” Panting, I pulled her face closer to mine, and our lips crashed with a wet fervor that promised to take us both to the edge. I swallowed every breathy cry as she tightened against me, then pulsated and—
“Fuck,” she whispered on repeat, waves of aftershocks jolting through her as she breathed the word in my ear.
An eruption of blinding pleasure crawled from my center through my body and melted my mind as I pulsated in her soaking-wet core.
Tucking her head into my neck, she encouraged me with soft moans, and I bit back the feral roar that was growing inside me.
Her nipples tickled my chest as her forehead fell against mine.
She placed two fingers against my lips. “Shhh.”
My head fell back, my body complete putty. “Baby,” I breathed, then wrapped my hands in her hair and kissed her slowly before she rolled off and flopped beside me. Her hand grazed mine, and I laced our fingers together.
Forget cuddling—until later, at least. Nothing felt more unshakeable, like coming down from bliss together, ready to take on the world, than linking hands.