Losing Track (Living Heartwood 2)

I slide in a second finger, run my tongue along her clit, until her breathing intensifies.

“Boone…please. I want to come with you inside me.”

Stopping only long enough to seek her eyes, I say, “You’re coming for me now. And you’re coming for me again when I fill you.” I push my fingers in deeper and suck her into my mouth.

I no longer have bones or flesh; the bruises and fractured ribs replaced by points of pleasure. As if I’ve traded in every broken piece of me for an intangible being that’s sole purpose is to worship this woman.

Her hips rock into me as I massage, working my fingers quicker, my mouth bringing her closer to the edge. I grip her hip with one hand, needing to steady myself, wanting to hold her right in this position as she moans, her legs trembling. She’s so wet… Oh, fuck, my cock is rock hard, throbbing against my thigh.

Then she tenses. Her walls tighten around my fingers. And as she comes, I halt my movements, savoring her sweet taste, her breathy climax, bringing me over the edge with her.

I don’t stop here. I’m on my feet and lifting her into my arms, wrapping her legs around my hips as I move us to the bathtub. Words fail. Pain too distant. My hunger for her removes every rational thought from my brain.

As her breasts crush against my chest, and her wet, swollen pussy grinds against my dick, my only purpose, my only desire, is to submerge her in blissful warmth so I can find the same within her.

I settle down in the tub, Mel on top of me, bringing her forward so I can kiss her lips. Her hair falls around my face, enveloping me in the scent of her shampoo. I run my hands along her back, grip her shoulders, push her harder to me as I thrust my hips upward.

Wrapping her hair around my hand, I get a firm grasp and apply enough force to pull her head back, revealing her neck to me. Her pants elicit the need to run my teeth over her skin, slide my tongue up the column of her throat.

As her pussy slides along my shaft, the water surrounds us, the slippery feel making my eyes roll into the back of my head. I’m so damn hard, aching—that if I don’t enter her soon, I’m going to come right in this tub.

Mel reaches back and wraps her fingers around my dick. I flinch and my teeth graze her neck. “I want you inside me. Now,” she says, her breathy words caressing my ear, causing chill bumps to raise all over my body.

She runs her hand to the top of my shaft, then back down. Stroking me, as if I need to be any harder. Then, as I fist my hand in her hair, clamp the other on her hip, she rises up and places the head of my cock right at the center of her entry.

Fucking hell. I’m not going to last five minutes. But before I can ready myself, she leans back, captures my gaze, her brown eyes intense, and begins to slowly lower herself. Her walls open around me, pulling me inside, and my breath just fucking stops. Halted in my chest, until she takes me all in…then a hard exhale rips from my mouth.

“Breathe,” she whispers. A small smile parts her lips. “We’ll go as slow as you need to.”

Then she’s surrounding me. I can feel the pulse of my dick against her warmth, and when she rocks her hips forward, the most erotic sensation zips from the head of my dick to my stomach. I clasp both hands to her hips.

I meet and hold her gaze. “I’m falling hard for you.”

My whole body is stilled as I wait—suspended in time, until I see her reaction. I know I’m taking a chance, especially after I just scared her so badly she took off for days…but I can’t hold back with her. All or nothing. She has to accept that about me.

Instead of the fear I expect, she says, “Boone Randall, I fell for you the first time you beamed that adorable dimple at me.” Then she falls forward and crushes her lips to mine.

I’m no longer a starving man. I’m a glutton. Greedy and selfish, never wanting to stop devouring this woman, giving her everything so that I can have that one second of pure awe when her eyes flashed as she said those words.

Our bodies move in sync. I thrust up as she comes down, connecting. Becoming one. No longer two separate people seeking their own fix, their own pleasure. But experiencing it together, giving and taking equally, and I’ve never given myself this freely before. Or had someone offer herself to me so fully.

My hands slide up her soft thighs, and as her lips move more forcefully against mine, I roll her over, the bath water splashing around us, so that I can press her closer against me. Feel every inch of her along my body.

I support her head with my hand, so it doesn’t bang the tub as I drive into her, eliciting the sweetest sounding moans from her sexy mouth. Her legs wrap around my waist, her ankles locking together to keep me hitting that spot that drives her wild.

Kissing along her throat, I make my way down to her chest, cupping her ass as I capture one perfect nipple between my teeth. Just lightly nip, feeling her tense with each subtle sensation.

Her body directs me to what she needs, what I can’t stop giving her in this moment. I pump faster, my hips thrusting my cock deeper inside her until she’s arching her back, her breasts rubbing against my chest, the friction releasing a guttural roar from my throat.

“Don’t you dare pull out,” she pants. I lift up just enough to look into her eyes. Glassy and smoldering. I’m terrified…I didn’t even think about protection. It’s been so long for me. I was tested the last time I was in Stoney, but still. I should have…

She shakes her head against my hand. “Don’t go there. I know what I’m doing. I’m safe, Boone, and I know you are, too.” She swallows hard, my thrusts growing slower but deeper, clipping her words.

Still… “What about…?”

“I’m on birth control. We’re good.” She smiles, and it’s all I need to hear.

I bury my dick inside her so deep, she releases a soft cry, her pleasure wrapping around me like a slick balm to my pain. And as she latches onto me, her thighs forcefully pulling me to her, she locks her arms tightly around my neck. I buck my hips and thrust deeply.