Chapter 8 #3
He pulled up enough to help her, mostly because he wanted to feel her hands on his skin. When she managed to get it off and drop it over the side of the bed, he took the opportunity to pull off her top over her head.
He stared down at her full breasts in her bra, his body surging into overdrive at the sight of her.
“James, please,” she said, pulling on his shoulders to get him lower. “Hurry up.”
He made a choked sound and lowered his mouth to her breast, teasing it some over her bra until his lips finally reached her nipple.
He flicked with his tongue and then suckled hungrily, loving the sound of her whimpers of pleasure and the way she clearly couldn’t stay still.
While he worked, he reached behind her to unlatch her bra.
He pulled it off her skin, staring down at her naked breasts with another surge of lust before giving her other breast equal treatment.
By the time he was through, she was crying out helplessly, stifling the sound by biting her lip.
“James, please,” she begged, tossing restlessly, her face flushed deeply and twisting with pleasure and need. “I can’t wait anymore. Please.”
His head felt like it might explode from the rush of dominance and pleasure. He slid a hand into her waistband, slipping it under both her skirt and her underwear. She was warm and very wet, and he stroked her until he found her clit.
One of her knees bent up with a jerk as her whole body stiffened.
“I want you to come for me, baby,” he murmured, lifting up enough to watch her face.
He massaged her in tight circles, missing none of the feelings that were tightening on her face.
She gasped and clenched her hands in the bedding until she was arching up and shuddering through her orgasm, and she was mumbling out, “Oh God,” as her body relaxed in palpable satisfaction.
She’d let herself go completely, exactly as he’d wanted. He wanted to see her do it again, but his erection was throbbing painfully now, and he wasn’t sure he could wait any longer.
She didn’t want him to wait either. She was pulling at him now, trying to drag him over her. He kissed her deeply as she fumbled with his pants, and he grunted into her mouth as he suddenly felt her fingers on his hard shaft.
She stroked him until his vision went white, and then he forced himself to pull away so as not to come too early. He sat on the edge of the bed for a minute, getting enough control to reach into the drawer of his nightstand and pull out a condom.
He couldn’t help but smile when she took it from his hands and rolled it on herself.
“How do you like it?” he asked, wanting to please her and genuinely curious.
“It’s been ages for me,” she admitted. “All I know is I want it now.”
“Sounds good to me.” He smiled at her dry tone as he positioned himself between her legs. He bent up her legs slightly, staring down at how beautiful and lush she was and amazed that she was giving herself to him. “How’s this?”
“Perfect,” she murmured. She reached up to wrap her arms around his neck as he positioned himself at her entrance with his hand and then slowly slid himself inside in a series of thrusts and retreats.
She was tighter than he’d expected—her body clinging to him so snugly that he wanted to howl. But it also tested his control, so he closed his eyes as he made the final advance and felt her tightening around him.
“Oh, fuck,” he muttered.
She was stroking his hair. “Are you about to lose it?” There was the slightest lilt to her tone, like she might be about to laugh.
He opened one eye and gave her a cool glare, which made her laugh out loud.
“Don’t make me laugh,” he warned her, “unless you want this to be over before it starts.”
“I’ll be good,” she promised, squeezing around him again. “But you’re feeling pretty amazing, so if you don’t start soon, I’m just going to start without you.”
He couldn’t hold back the chuckle at her words, and his emotions surged up with the physical pleasure. It was so much like Rose. Understated. Clever. Generous. So warmhearted.
“Oh baby,” he gasped, pulling back to thrust because he couldn’t hold still anymore. He wanted to take her, claim her, make her his. As deeply as he could get.
“Yes,” she breathed, bending up her legs more and adjusting herself around him. “James, yes.”
It took a few false starts, but they finally found a pleasing rhythm, both of their bodies moving together. It was exactly right, exactly what James wanted—and exactly who he wanted to be with.
Rose was rocking beneath him, meeting his thrusts, her motion growing more urgent. Soon she was raking her fingers down his back and biting her bottom lip again as she was clearly on the edge of orgasm.
“That’s right, baby,” he grunted. “Give yourself over to it. You’re doing so good. Come for me.”
She cried out as she shuddered through what looked like a hard orgasm.
As her body clamped down around him, he couldn’t hold back anymore.
He choked out a helpless sound as he felt the pleasure tighten and then release in deep waves of pleasure.
He felt himself jerking against her, heard himself saying something he wasn’t even sure were words.
When both of them came down, he leaned over to kiss her softly, loving her expression and the softness of her body beneath him.
“That was so good,” she whispered, stroking his back as if he were something precious. “James, I needed that so much.”
“Me too.” He kissed her again and then relaxed beside her, taking her in his arms, never wanting to let her go.
And it wasn’t until several minutes later that he started to wonder what she’d meant when she’d said she needed that.
Maybe she meant she needed him, the way he needed her.
Or maybe she just meant she needed the physical release.
He hoped to God it wasn’t the latter.