One More Time

My hands wrapped around her, slipping underneath her shirt. Our lips connected again as I felt her smile, my hands inching her shirt over her head. Her skin was warm against my touch as her lips pressed onto my chest. I could feel her fingertips dancing along the waist of my pants as my cock sprang to life. This was happening. This was really happening. Chanel was here in my arms, here against my body, and she was about to let me have her.

After admitting she knew the truth.

“Everything is okay,” I said. “I understand why you didn’t believe me.”

“I should have from the start,” she said breathlessly.

“You were protecting yourself, and no one will ever fault you for that, especially me. I’m just glad you know the truth now. I’m glad you’re here with me, letting me touch you like this again.”

Her hands began to unbutton my pants, sliding them down my legs as the fabric pooled at my feet.

“I haven’t been able to get you off my mind,” Chanel said.

“That makes two of us,” I said as I stepped out of my pants.

“I missed you.”

It was like a whispered prayer, like an afterthought she might not have meant to say. I raked my eyes up and down her body as my hands grasped her hips, feeling the heat of her skin through her yoga pants. I pulled her body close to mine, peeling her away from the door and turning her toward my living room. I slowly backed her to the couch, her luscious ass hitting the edge of it as our eyes held each other's gaze.

Then, I cupped her chin and led her lips back to mine.

This time, she would know how much I wanted her. Now, I would devour her body in all the ways I had dreamed about for the past week. She would know how much I loved her by the time I was done with her, and she would be so weak, she wouldn't be able to make her way home tonight. Her body would leave its mark on my apartment, and her soul would leave its mark on my heart, and if I played my cards right, this wasn't going to be the end.

This was only the beginning.

CHAPTER 37

CHANEL

The moment our lips connected, I felt myself pop to life. His lips tasted of beer and long-lost memories. His body was throbbing against mine as his hands meandered along my skin. Our tongues lapped lazily at one another, neither of us battling for dominance but neither of us backing down.

I felt his cock growing against me, hard and thick and ready to be inside me. His hands slid my pants down, grasping my naked ass as I smiled against his lips. I trailed kisses down his neck as his hand found my folds, dripping and wet for him as he explored my pussy. I left love bites on his neck and raked my teeth down his chest, my hand descending beyond his boxers and wrapping around his length.

“Shit, Chanel. Fuck.”

I spread my legs further for him, wanting his fingers buried inside of me.

He slid two fingers in, filling me up as I moaned into his neck. I rocked against his hand as his lips found mine, claiming dominance over my body as he bent me over the couch. I rolled my hips against his hand as his cock jumped in my palm. I could feel his pre-cum leaking down his skin, warm and dripping onto my fingertips as I slowly slipped my hand up and down his shaft. He was moaning into my lips and bucking against my body as I began to pant. His fingers stretched me perfectly as his thumb found my pulsing clit, and soon, I was a whimpering, gasping mess against his couch.

I brought my head up and connected our lips again, sucking his bottom lip between my teeth. He groaned as I sat up, allowing my lips to suckle on his before our eyes connected in the middle of his apartment living room.

“I love you, Rhett.”

I felt his body freeze, his fingers still plunged deep inside my body. I held my breath, studying his every reaction. I watched his eyes grow with delight as a smile crossed his cheeks. Then, he pulled his fingers from between my legs and brought them to his lips. He sucked my juices off his skin, causing my nipples to pebble at the sight. I released his throbbing cock as he shoved his boxers down to the floor and then quickly worked me out of my pants.

He rushed up my body and picked me up in his arms, carrying me to his bedroom. I held his gaze the entire time as my back descended to his sheets. Then, he kissed me lovingly, allowing me to taste myself on his skin.

“I love you, too, Chanel.”

I shivered at his words as he stalked down my body. I watched him perch between my thighs, my legs tossed haphazardly over his shoulders. His hands crawled up my skin, electrifying me as his hands wrapped around my tits. His fingers tugged at them, forcing my head to fall back on the pillows as his tongue lapped at me.

He licked a long, thick stripe up my slit that had me moaning and writhing uncontrollably.

His tongue licked between my dripping folds and found my clit immediately. He started slowly. Languidly. Licking at it as my juices poured from between my legs. My hands ran over his head as my hips began to roll against his mouth. His hands pinned my hips to his bed, ceasing my movements as his lips puckered around my swollen nub.

My legs were shaking, and my toes were curling. With every stroke he took, he stoked a fire in my gut. That familiar burning sensation started to encompass the whole of my body, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. His pace became faster, and his tongue pressed deeper. I was breathless as I moaned his name, chanting it like a ritualistic prayer. I was allowed small undulations, the slightest bit of control as I rolled against his tongue. His hands massaged my hips and worked their way down my thighs. He freed my movements, allowing me to buck against his lips as my heels dug into his back.

“Please, Rhett. Please. I’m so close. Fuck, don’t stop. Shit, right there. Right there, Rhett. Don’t stop. Please.”