Fat Cat Liar

When she collapses back on the bed, I kiss her one more time and edge up, my lips skimming over her heated flesh. Her ankles loosen, allowing me to cover her body with my own. The vein in her neck races when I nuzzle close.

“You are never shaving,” she declares on a broken breath.

I smile against her skin, nipping gently. “Knew the beard would come in handy someday.”

She wiggles beneath me, rotating her hips and shifting restlessly. “Lawson?”

“Hmmm?”

“Why are you still dressed?”

I lurch off of her, standing and stripping in record time. When I crawl back over her, I make quick work of removing her bra and tossing it behind me.

“Is that better?” I roll us partially so we’re pressed close on our sides.

“Much better.” She licks her lips and skims her hand over my shoulder, down my chest and abdomen, until it wraps around my dick. Her thumb circles the crown, then inches lower, stroking at the same time.

“What are you doing?”

“Has it been so long you’ve forgotten?” she teases.

“You have to stop.” I semi-growl when she applies pressure.

“Why?” One thigh hitches over mime, bringing her closer.

I cover her hand with my own to stop her stroking and lift them between us. Her eyes cloud with confusion as I ease her to her back and place my lips on hers.

“I’m not sure I can take one more stroke. My body is primed to explode. Your touch is too much to handle.”

I start my descent, trailing my lips down her neck, collarbone, and chest until I suck one nipple into my mouth and feel her tremble. “For way too long, I’ve dreamed of this, terrified I’d never have you back.”

I move to the other side, rolling the hardened peak with my tongue and sucking until she gasps. “I swore if we ever got to this point again, I’d cherish you, memorize every second, catalog every sound.”

“Lawson—”

“The last memory I have of being inside you was nothing but brutality: beastly, raw and untamed. I’ve tortured myself over the way I lost control, fucking you like an animal with no restraint.”

“You did what I asked.”

“No, I did what you commanded, surrendering to your power over me. I’ve had a lot of time to reflect on that night and so many things I could have done differently.”

“We promised to move on.” Her voice cracks.

“We are moving on. Give me this, Greer. Let me worship you.”

She scrubs her hands through my hair, nodding. “Okay.”

I cup her breast, noticing it’s heavier than before, and graze my cheeks over her nipple a few times until she whimpers.

“They’re sensitive,” she explains.

I tenderly kiss the area now marred with small pink scruff marks then kneel, scooping her into my arms.

She curves around me, reading my thoughts, and molds her body to mine. Her hips slide forward, aligning herself perfectly, and she begins to sway. My dick pulses as she expertly glides me inside, keeping our gazes locked.

We go slow, moving together, finding our rhythm as our bodies become reacquainted.

“So fucking tight… so fucking perfect.” Every muscle contracts, sucking me in. When I’m fully seated, her eyes light up, glittering with pleasure. Tremors rock through me at the familiarity of being inside her. The animal within threatens to appear, and I’m forced to close my eyes, searching for control.