Fill Me (Rouse Me 3)

"I'm not." She takes a deep breath. "We shouldn't... Right now. Luke, I..."

"I'm only getting comfortable." I sit on the bed a few feet from her, and pull off my dress socks.

She scans my body again, taking in every inch of it. Every inch she can while I'm in my boxers.

I lift the comforter to climb in with her. "Do you mind?"

"No."

I climb in with her. It's damn warm, all from the heat of her body, and she's so close. Only inches away.

I bring my body behind hers, pressing my chest against her back, my crotch against her ass. She groans lightly, and tilts her head back to meet mine. There's something so familiar about the way she smells. Something that feels like home.

The tension in my neck relaxes. Her thoughts might be a million miles away, but she's not. She's here. She's close enough to touch.

I slide my arm around her waist, pulling her closer. She sighs, melting into me.

I hold her for a while, listening to her breath, her heartbeat. The room is quiet, no sounds except for us. Nothing in the world matters except for us.

She arches her back, bringing her neck to my lips. She's so soft, so warm, so sweet.

I suck against her neck, scraping my teeth against her skin. She moans, putty in my hands.

"Luke..." Her voice is barely a whisper, but it's so strained and desperate. There's no doubt to her intention.

I slide my hand over the thick wool skirt covering her hips. Then it's on her tights. They're soft, and thin enough that she starts to shake from my touch.

Damn. I almost forgot how good it feels to touch her, to watch her light up with pleasure.

I plant another kiss on her neck and drag my fingertips over her thighs.

She purrs, arching her back and rubbing her ass against me.

I bring my mouth to her ear. "Are you sure?"

She nods and turns to face me. Our eyes meet, just for a moment. She's sure.

Her eyes flutter closed and she presses her lips against mine. Everything we've felt since we've last seen each other, during these awful three months, is pouring between us. Her kiss is hungry, desperate, needy.

She shifts back into position, her neck against my lips, her ass pressed against my cock.

Pressure pools inside me. I need to get her clothes off, to get my hands on her skin.

I find the top of her tights and slide them off her ass. She purrs, throwing her head back so her neck is at my mouth. I sink my teeth into her skin.

She shakes.

My body takes over.

I sigh, sinking my teeth into her neck as I slide my hands over her thighs.

I pull her tights to her feet. Her legs are smooth, curvy, perfect. I run my fingertips from her ankle to the inside of her knee. Then, slowly, I trace zigzags up her thighs.

She moans, rubbing me with her ass. I kiss her neck again, and I stroke her inner thighs until she's shaking. She wraps her fingers around my wrist like my hand is some tool for her pleasure.

I follow her lead. She brings my hand under her blouse, dragging my fingers across the soft skin of her stomach.

Jesus.