Make You Mine

“I want to be inside you again.” It’s a low vibration against my cheek.

“Please.” I whisper, sliding my lips along his jaw, up to his ear. I lean closer so my lips can graze his skin. “I’ve missed you so much.”

His grip on my ass tightens, and it’s thrilling and intoxicating. I’m on my back, and he slides into the bed beside me, his palm flat against my stomach, gliding higher to cup my breast.

“I dreamed of this every night.” He leans down to kiss my lips, my jaw, my neck, before pulling a nipple into his mouth.

The sensation registers straight to my core, making me moan. “I told you how I felt, how I would dream of you.”

His hand slides down my stomach, moving to my inner thigh before changing direction. It glides higher until he’s touching me, teasing that sensitive bud with gentle strokes.

My back arches, and I press into him. “Yes…” I whisper.

In one smooth movement, he parts my legs, moving between my thighs, and gliding his cock into my slippery core. His arms are on both sides of me, holding me against him as we rock. Our mouths meet, and it’s hungry. Our kisses chase each other, lips pulling, teeth nipping.

This time we’re going slower, our bodies swaying in time, like waves on the ocean. We’re kissing, touching, exploring, until at some point, we reach the tipping point. He places a hand on the bed beside me and starts moving faster, harder, with fierce determination.

I lift my hips so he can drive deeper, rolling my eyes closed as I feel him hit that spot deep inside. It registers like a shock of pleasure to the base of my spine.

“Gray… oh…” My insides erupt in a shower of orgasm, fluttering and gripping.

“Drew,” he groans, thrusting faster.

He’s right there with me, rocking deeper until his muscles flex. His body goes rigid, and he holds, pulsing, groaning even deeper. It’s so sexy, another flutter of orgasm breaks through my insides.

His lips are on my cheek, pulling the skin in a kiss. He moves higher, behind my ear, and I moan, my back arches as waves of bliss flood my lower stomach.

I feel his cheeks lift in a smile. “That spot still works.”

Warmth fills my chest at his smile, at having him here with me, inside me, remembering where to touch me, kiss me. I hold him closer, smiling so big my cheeks ache. “You know all the places I love. You found them all.”

He pulls away, lifting onto an elbow and gazing down at my face with so much affection. “Any new freckles?”

My stomach squeezes at his question. My eyes heat, and I have to blink away the mist. I don’t want to cry. I’m so happy.

“I don’t know. You have to check.” Lifting my chin I turn my face side to side in the light of my bedside lamp.

“Ned is still there.” His finger traces the side of my nose. “What’s this?”

“What?”

His lips touch my temple. “A new one.”

My eyes slide to the side. “You’re kidding.”

“We have a new freckle right here. Tanya the temple freckle.”

“I’m not sure that one’s new.”

“Are you trying to say I don’t know every freckle on your face?”

I can’t help it, I start to laugh. I’m too happy to hold it back, only it pushes him out. We both make a sad noise, which makes me laugh more. When I catch his eyes, he’s smiling, gathering me closer in his arms and kissing my lips.

“We need to get you cleaned up.” He pushes off the bed, taking that fine ass into my bathroom again.

I lay there listening as he runs water in the tub. “I don’t think we can both fit in there,” I call.

He’s back, ignoring my concerns. That cloth is in his hand again, and he touches me gently with it before lifting me in his arms. “Come on.”