Chapter 12
Lillian
Sean must’ve found a parking spot nearby because he walks into our apartment shortly after I’ve kicked off my heels.
Locking the door, he backs me against the refrigerator.
When his hands ride up my thighs to my bare butt cheeks, my legs wrap around his waist. Heat blooms in my belly as he lifts the stretchy fabric to my waist.
“Jeeesusss. Commando, babe? You’re killing me.” His breath catches, followed by a long hiss. “I need you something fierce.”
He kisses me, tasting of red wine. There’s an urgency in our passion, something more than ever before. Perhaps, we’ve crossed a wonderful, terrifying threshold, beyond love.
Pushing his chest, I reach between us, unlatch his belt and unzip his pants. Once I free his thick, hard, silky length, I fist him until a bead of cum wets my thumb. The appreciative growl from deep inside his chest sends zaps of desire to my clit.
Of all the women in the world, this amazing, handsome, sexy man chose me.
Hands behind his neck, I crush my mouth to his. Tongues tangling, squirming against each other, our hunger grows. Panting, I pull away long enough to unbutton his cuffs.
“Your stitches?”
“All good.” Not bothering with the front buttons, he rips his shirt over his head and tosses it into the air. My dress lands on top of Buddy, who jumps off the fridge and skitters down the hall.
Chuckling, Sean lowers his mouth to my tits.
He hasn’t yet touched my go-button, but I’m already primed to explode.
“Please.” Reaching between us, I place him at my core, rubbing the tip over my slick center.
“Fuck.” He swivels on his heel, places my butt on the kitchen table, then plunges inside me.
We both gasp.
Instinct guides my heels behind his back. Raw desire directs my teeth to his bottom lip. Love has me gazing into those gorgeous eyes where black centers cover the brown.
My back arches up. “Move.”
Groaning, he bends his knees, digs his fingers into my hips, and thrusts so deep, all my brain cells fire at once.
“Right. There. Again.” As I clutch the edge of the table, his bulging cock pops out, rubbing my sweet spot.
Out. In. Faster and faster, he drives me to the brink of insanity. I hardly notice the table scraping across the floor until it stops at the oven door.
All my muscles tighten. The edges of my vision collapse. I’m so far gone, I forget to breathe. “Oh, God. I’m so close.”
“Come with me, sweetheart.”
Incoherent, my nails dig into his back as he pulls out, drops his head between my legs, and sucks on my nub.
Turned on, I whimper. With my blossom ready to flower, my ears start ringing. A whisper of wind could set me off.
Time comes to a halt as he hesitates, his warm breath tingling my toes.
Oh for heaven’s sake… what’s he waiting for?
While his finger curls inside of me, he flattens his tongue over my quivering clit, and I detonate, shattering into a million pieces.
Not done, he pistons inside me, grunting with each thrust.
We buck. We bang. I’m high. I’m flying.
Holy crap. All at once, he exhales a final shout and finds his release.
For the longest time, neither of us moves, not even when the cat pads into the room to sniff our feet.
Eventually, reality floats back into our kitchen.
Stirring, I lift onto my elbows. “Love you.”
“You, too.” Hair sex-mussed, eyes soft, he leans over and brushes his lips across my forehead.
We smile, shower, and make love again, this time in bed. Sated, we drift off to much-needed slumber.