He closed his eyes and came.
I had exhausted her last night before we finally took a bath together, passing out just before dawn. When I opened my eyes this morning, she had stolen my breath. I traced the curve of her hip with my fingertip. The scar on her cheek had healed beautifully. If I didn’t know it was there, I might have missed it. The larger one on her neck was a beautiful shade of pink. I moved my fingers over it gently. I couldn’t stop touching her. Her tan lines had me hard again as I traced every single one. Her hair was a little lighter than it was the last time I saw her. Her breathing was sweet and even, passing through the most perfect set of lips possible on a woman. I knew she was sleeping well and had to resist with everything I had to keep from waking her. I trailed my finger around her nipple and it pulled tight for me. She moaned before her lips slowly formed a smile.
“You were faking?” I said, smiling down at her as her eyes fluttered open.
“Only for the last few minutes,” she whispered. I was instantly on her.
“You aren’t tired of me yet?” She grinned as she opened up for me, wrapping her legs around my hips, urging me to sink into her.
I looked down at her beneath me and pulled her bottom lip into my mouth as I mumbled around it. “I really hope you don’t have any other plans this weekend. Come here.”
I pushed my need away and sat with my back to the headboard and pulled her onto my lap.
I placed her between my legs, facing away from me so I cradled her. Her breath hitched as I rubbed her nipples with my fingertips, burying my head in the side of her neck, tonguing it and pulling at the skin gently.
“Rhys,” she begged as I opened her legs between mine, lifting them at the knee. I smoothed her stomach with my hands then brushed her sides gently with the backs of my fingers. She tilted her head back and moaned as she looked up at me. I took her mouth, thrusting my tongue in slowly. She kissed me more aggressively and I dipped my finger low and felt her growing wet. I grabbed her hand and brought it between her legs, tracing the tip of her clit lightly back and forth with her fingers. She gasped in my mouth then pulled away.
“Rhys, I can’t,” she said as she attempted to pull her hand from my grasp. I kissed her deeply and brought it back down, dipping her fingers inside and pulling it back up to her clit, making slow circles and pressing it tightly just where I knew it affected her the most. She gasped again and I knew she’d felt it. Her breathing picked up as her perfect breasts rose and fell with her spike of desire.
“Right there, move your fingers like this.” I circled her fingers and she dropped her head back against my shoulder and started moving them as I’d told her. Her moans increased as she was pulled in by her own touch.
“Feel that, right there. Faster,” I whispered in her ear as I guided her fingers, seeing the goose bumps form on her arms. She called out to me and I nearly lost my shit as my cock twitched. Fuck, this was perfect. I felt her legs begin to shake and let her hand go, rubbing up and down her sides and laving her neck with my tongue.
“Oh God, Rhys.” Her voice was hoarse, letting me know she was on edge. I felt her body start to break. I bit her shoulder gently and she came, by her own hand, in my arms. I gripped the side of her head with my hand, pulling her hair and trailing kisses down her neck as she shuddered. She looked up at me, her eyes dazed.
“Do it again,” I whispered to her. “For me, do it again.” She lowered her hand and licked my lips as she continued to work her pussy. I felt the flex of her thighs as she moved her fingers faster and once again came apart in my embrace.
“Now let me drink it,” I said, moving her off my lap and turning to hover above her. She looked up to me, wide-eyed.
“I told you so.” I grinned before making my way down between her thighs to lap up her handiwork. She smiled and nodded as I kissed my way down, sucking and licking her until there was nothing left while she writhed beneath me.
I sat up in bed and stretched fully, my limbs weak from two days of endless lovemaking with a side of vicious fucking.
“Good morning.” I looked to see Rhys staring up at me as he adjusted his head on the pillow to get a better look, gripping it behind him.
“Hi,” I said, leaning over to kiss his beautiful face. He pulled me to his chest and ran a hand up and down my back.
“Stay another day. Bryce is coming home in a few hours.” He held me close to his chest, caressing my face, my shoulder, and my arms.
“I want to, I do, but I need to get home, unpack. I promised my mother I would c
ome have a late Thanksgiving with her. I don’t want to interrupt your routine, either.”
“You wouldn’t be interrupting,” he whispered, taking my mouth.
“Morning breath, Rhys, jeez, doesn’t it bother you?” I covered my mouth with my hand.
“Nah, I like it dirty.” He moved my hand and plunged his tongue into my mouth as I pushed at his chest, caving to his tender kiss.
An hour later, we were at his front door, and I was having a hard time keeping my clothes on. Every time I reached for my coat, we kissed again.
“You know you want to stay,” he whispered as he brushed my hair away from my face.
“I feel like we’ve had this conversation before,” I said, pulling him closer. I couldn’t get close enough and it seemed neither could he. He smiled and reluctantly let me go.
“Be careful, and tell Pam I said hello.”
“Yes, your new best friend and my mother. I’ll make sure to let her know.” I stood there as we grinned at each other and then I remembered my conversation with her. “You told my mother about Bryce, before you told me. Why didn’t you mention that? I would have been a lot less hurt.”