I feel it.
James feels it.
Trembling above me, James separates his lips from mine and looks down at me. He laces
his fingers with my left hand and presses his palm to mine.
"You're it for me, sweetheart. I hope you know that."
"You just put a huge rock on my finger. I better be."
The happiness in my eyes matches the contentment on my lips. When a spouse treats their other half like a king, they get the same treatment in return. I'm a firm believer in you get what you give. It's not just about me if I'm in a committed relationship, it's about both of us. Even after the scandalous life I've lived, I have no qualms about my past, and he doesn't either. Finding a partner who accepts their flaws and sins and lets them loose is what causes the emotion to bloom. In the end we're all after the same thing—we want someone to want us the way we are. James and I love each other just the way we are.
I lock my ankles around his back and beam up at him. The sexy grin that tugs at the corner of his lips sends my heart into overdrive. We’re going to have a great life together.
Pulling his hips back slightly, James's kiss is demanding as he surges back inside me. Warmth explodes through my blood. My skin is tingling from my neck to the tips of my toes in sheer pleasure. We break apart and both moan in unison, holding on to each other for a second longer so we can catch our breaths. My trembling limbs are tangled with James's, and the hammering against my chest beats into his. The masculine scent that oozes off him drives a dark need through me. We're lost to each other for the better, and there's no place else I'd rather be but here with him wrapped in my arms.
My lips suction around the skin just below his beard and I tug it into my mouth. James's cock twitches inside my pussy in satisfaction. He hits just the right angle and I spasm around him. My tongue twirls over his pulse before my teeth gently scrape down his throat.
James’s sexy groan gets louder the harder I pull on his neck. I find it incredibly attractive. "Leave a mark. I want you to,” he says, his voice strangled with ecstasy.
Chills dance over my arms at the thought. I kind of want to leave a mark on his cock with my mouth, but that will have to wait.
There’s no more talking now. Not from the grunt that just reverberated from his chest into mine. My thighs tighten around his waist and my free hand plays with the back of his head, twirling my fingers through his hair. He drives into me and I pull on his hair, giving him a little tension. James’s hips rear back, and I lift mine for him to plunge back in deeper. I gasp as heat coats my skin and my fingers squeeze his. James's body slams into mine with an ache so deep that my pussy shudders in defeat. I lift one leg higher up his back, and he reaches down and grabs my ass cheeks so his drive is richer for us. His fingers dig into my skin, causing a delicate heat to border the place he's gripping me.
"Oh, James," I say breathlessly. The feel of my clit being slapped while he's pummeling into me carries me to a higher level. "I'm close, baby."
My legs fall open and James takes that as his cue to pick up his pace. This is a man who knows what he wants and how to give to get it. This kind of passion brewing between us is a once-in-a-lifetime type of passion that I'll hold onto forever.
Twenty-Five
Heart racing, my skin is damp from how hard my pulse is thumping. I'm on the verge of orgasming, but I need James to come with me at the same time. My back bows and my nipples press into his chest. A slow purr slips from my lips.
James dives toward my lips but teases me by hovering just centimeters away. "Ready to fly with me?"
My eyes shift back and forth between his. Be still my heart. "Always."
"Then kiss me."
I do without hesitation.
With my left hand still joined with his, the need is closer and my breathing is growing deeper. James pumps his hips into mine and my body shudders in response. I moan into his mouth and feel the orgasm crawl up my legs. We're so close to the edge I can hardly take it. James shifts his legs so one knee is higher, allowing him to drive in deeper, then he places his large palm halfway over my throat as he cups my jaw. His lovemaking is raw, his kiss is unforgiving. James makes love to my mouth the way he does to my body, giving me everything he has to offer so I know I'm his in every conceivable way.
My mind is solely focused on the way my pussy feels suctioned around his cock, the way he's applying pressure to my clit. It's so incredible that it makes me wild for him. Our chests rise and fall into the other’s, we're both struggling to hold on. With another three plunges, our kiss becomes a desperate pant. Euphoria layers over us until we're flying together into the most beautiful sunset. Our hands stay joined the entire time as James spills into me. Fingers squeezed together, his hips undulate nice and slow with a good, hard drive.
James hums under his breath in utter delight. I love making my man feel good.
"James." I pant, then release a loud exhale. "How do you manage to make love better every time?"
He chuckles, and when he does, semen slips from my tender pussy. How does he manage to find humor in such a serious comment?
I let out a long sigh. "Dead serious, James."
His nose grazes mine, and I feel his lips pull upward against mine. "Takes two, sweetheart. You make me want to beat the last time just based on the way you fall apart in my arms."
My eyes are heavy as I stare up at him when the idea I had earlier pops into my head. "It's my turn, lover," I say.
How to make a man fall to his knees? Give him the best blowie of his life.