The months of separation hit her like a truck. Every inch of her ached for the caress of his hands and mouth.
He shifted to her side, fingers trailing up her thigh. When at last he brushed over the crotch of her panties and lingered over the dampness, her hips lifted off the mattress.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured. “Tell me what you want.”
“This.”
She grabbed his hand and slid it beneath the material. They groaned in mutual delight as he dragged his fingers through her wetness. His mouth found hers, the kiss hard and demanding. She opened to the thrust of his tongue and clutched at his head while he worked his fingers against her core and around her clit, the pressure perfect. The months of heartache fell away and there was only this. Always this.
“Don’t hold back. Give me everything,” he murmured and that was all it took.
An orgasm rushed over her so fast she was barely aware of the upsurge of pleasure before her release.
“More,” she moaned against his mouth, smiling as he hooked his fingers in her panties and tugged them off her. She dispensed with her bra at the same time and then she was spread open for him. “I need you to fill me.”
“We’ll get there,” he promised. “But first...”
Eight
She tasted like everything heavenly and memorable and the sounds she made as he spread her wide and set his tongue against her was the most beautiful music. He intended to make her come a second time, harder. Whatever it took to drive the last three months of separation from both of their minds.
“Kyle. Oh, yes, just like that.”
He loved hearing her cry out his name. She would grow hoarse screaming it before he was done. He slid a finger up inside her and her hips lifted, angling to take more. He obliged her and his thrusting mimicked what would come later.
“Harder,” she panted. “Make me come.”
Her cries grew as he fell into the rhythm he knew she loved. She danced against his mouth. His fingers bit into her hips as he held her tight against his tongue and drove her toward orgasm. She was arching back against the mattress, her muscles flexing and straining as her pleasure rose. Gathering fistfuls of the comforter, she arched even farther back and a wordless cry spilled from her throat.
Watching her climax moved him in ways he’d never fully appreciated before. He’d done this for her. And she gave him everything.
When she went limp, he sucked in one breath and then a second. Her eyes were closed and satisfaction curved her lips. He stayed still and watched her, waited for what came next. It didn’t take long.
Her lashes drifted upward. Her gaze snagged him. “Come up here.” She hooked her finger at him. “I need you to kiss me.”
She didn’t need to tell him twice. He crawled up her body, depositing kisses as he went. He lingered over her breasts, taking one and then the other nipple into his mouth and running his tongue over the sensitive buds. Her fingers dove into his hair, holding him to her, while a stream of whimpers and cries came from her throat.
“Kiss me,” she whispered.
He obliged, shifting until he loomed over her, their mouths gliding across each other in smooth, gentle strokes. His muscles began to quiver as he held himself above her. She spread her legs for him and brushed her hand down his body until she found his erection. He sucked in a sharp breath as she touched him.
“I need you inside me. Now.”
“I like you being in charge,” he told her, placing himself at her tight entrance, feeling the heat of her waiting for him. “Fast or slow?”
“Fast and hard. I need you to fill me. Until I’m no longer me but us.”
Despite her words, he took his time, letting her adjust to their three-month absence, savoring her tight fit. She dug her fingernails into his butt, making him groan, and pulled him to her. He lost it a little on the first thrust. It had been so long. She was so perfect with her flushed skin and the indents in her lip from where she’d bitten down.
“That’s it,” he murmured, giving her his all, thrilled that she took him so deep and deeper still. It felt so good to be surrounded by her, body and soul. “You’re incredible.”
She wrapped her legs around him and he began to move. The friction amazed him. Her muscles were tight as he thrust into her, finding her rhythm and wringing a cry from her lips. He leaned down to kiss her and she gave him hunger and wildness. They rocked together harder, faster. Her nails bit into him, urging him on. Have mercy.
“Make me come, Kyle,” she pleaded. “Again, please.”
It was what he’d been waiting to hear. He gripped her ass, changed the angle of his thrusts slightly and her body tensed. He was ready to explode, but he would not let himself go until he saw her unravel again.
“Come for me,” he growled, watching as her head fell back and a wordless keening burst from her. He held himself in check for a few more thrusts and when he was sure she was over the edge, let his own orgasm claim him.