She sucks her lower lip between her teeth, her cheeks blushing. There is no doubt in my mind that I want to come home to this every day for the rest of my life and wake up to it every morning. Darby can push back and deny this thing between us, but it’s time to break her resistance. A wave of possession and need crashes into me, and my primal instinct remerges.
I wrap my arm around her waist, lifting her gently, and cross the threshold into her place, kicking the door shut and reaching behind to click the lock. Runner greets me by rubbing along my calves but easily gets the hint that my attention is on Darby.
“Is everything okay?”
My hands go to her ass. “It took one look for everything shitty about my day to flee from my mind and my body to come alive.” I thrust my hips, my dick pressing firmly against her. “Feel that? I need you.”
She tries to step in the direction of her room, but my grip tightens. “Right here, right now, naked.”
She studies me a brief second, her eyes glowing bright amber and burning into mine. She pulls the tank over her head, her nipples instantly pebbling. I bend in, lowering my head and sucking one into my mouth, rolling the tip of my tongue around the edge. Her hands grip my biceps, and she goes up on her toes, giving me easier access, and whimpers when I nibble lightly on the sensitive flesh. My lips kiss across her breastbone and do the same on the other side. Her soft skin is like velvet on my tongue.
Her breathing becomes louder, and one leg automatically slides up my thigh, hitching around my waist. She grinds slowly. My dick, now a steel rod, throbs against the friction. There’s a coiling low in my groin, and I feel like a teenage boy about to fucking blow in my pants. It’s only been a few days since I’ve been inside her, but it might as well be years with the way my cock is pulsing.
I give her nipple one last pull and look to find her watching me. Her eyes are filled with red-hot heat and desire that smolders through me. Knowing no other man on this earth has ever gotten this from Darby, and no other man ever will, drives my addiction.
One hand slips under the waistband of her shorts, around her hip, and along the crease of her thigh latched around me. My palm glides up and down her bare flesh, and her breath hitches when I slide two fingers inside.
“So fucking drenched, so fucking hot.”
She keeps her gaze locked on mine as I tease her pussy, pumping my fingers in and out, and strum my thumb across her clit. My fingers curl inside her, finding the spot that always makes her shiver. Memories of the first time I slid my finger inside her race through my mind—the way her eyes brightened, her face flushed, and her tight pussy pulled me in. At twenty, I’d had my share of experience, but that first touch of her erased anyone before. Now, all these years later, the same feelings are there. Tonight is the night she understands.
Her body responds by jerking, and she clenches, bringing my fingers deep inside. Her eyes flutter closed, breaking our contact, and her neck falls to the side.
I suck a nipple back into my mouth and roll my tongue in the same rhythm as my fingers and thumb. She trembles as little goosebumps pop up. “Pierce,” she screams loudly, my name echoing through the room and fueling the hunger for her as she comes undone.
I slow my movements, kissing every inch of flesh I can and feel her heart race against my lips. She melts in my arms, and I easily lift her again, taking the few steps to the table to lay her down. I rip the shorts from her body, kneel, and position her knees over my shoulders. “Just one taste.” I kiss her inner thighs then run my tongue up and down her slit.
Her hands thread through my hair, and she squirms against my face, letting out a purr of pleasure. “I lied. One taste isn’t enough. God, I missed you.” It’s my turn to moan in appreciation.
As insane as it sounds, the sweet flavor of chocolate and sugar coat my mouth. I know it’s impossible, but my brain says differently. All these years, only one woman got this from me, and I knew with the first swipe of my tongue that Darby had ruined this for anyone else. My brief encounters never included oral sex after that. But now, I can’t get enough.
Her fingers dig into my scalp, and she tilts her hips, urging me on. I angle my face so the stubble of my cheek rubs against her sensitive flesh, and swirl my tongue around. Her breath hitches and turns into soft pants as I feast on her. One hand glides over the cheek of her ass, my thumb gliding along the rim. My palm spreads out, pressing her to me, and I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue, gently sucking.