Falling in Love (Rockford Falls 5)

“The years have been kind to you,” I teased, looking him up and down.

“You were perfect then and you’re more perfect now. And you’re still mine, Chel. I’ve never wanted anything the way I want you,” he said raggedly, his mouth on my neck.

He walked me over to the couch against the wall and pulled me into his lap.

Drew’s wet hair was silk between my fingers, and the scrape of his stubble was lush and filthy against my breasts as he sucked first one nipple and then the other. My breath hissed through gritted teeth as I arched back over his arm, body pulsing already from the lewd way he took as much of my breast in his mouth as he could, sucking, taking long, hard pulls with his mouth and tongue, sending a gush of moisture between my legs with every suck. Before I knew it, I was coming, a flash of sensation bright and fierce as I jerked in his arms.

“Shh,” he soothed, “Come here,” he held me for a moment against his chest, my wet, tingling nipples rasped by the coarse hair on his chest. It was titillating, extending the throb of pleasure in my body.

Drew’s hand headed south, and his palm was on my mound, pressing, giving me the pressure I liked right where I liked it. How had that never changed? He knew what felt good to me after all this time. Then his long, rough fingers worked between the folds of my sex, stroking, rubbing my wetness around and making me shiver. I was so sensitive, so swollen from arousal that he slid in easily when he penetrated me. I drew him in, muscles gripping the invasion and rocking against it. He speared me with a second finger, stretching me, rubbing me, curling his fingers in that come hither way that made me crazy. Drew pumped his fingers inside me. I bucked hard against his hand, getting the angle I needed, the right kind of friction to make the light splinter off in my vision as passion overtook my body. My frame shook and pleasure ripped a scream from my throat. I came, shuddering in his lap. I was moaning, crying out as the last tremors rippled through me, making my legs jerk and tears slip down my cheeks.

“That’s right. Come here, Chel, I’ve got you,” he said, his voice a low rumble at my temple as he kissed my face and pulled me to him. Drew held me as my ragged breathing slowly returned to normal and I pushed my hair out of my eyes. I reveled in the film of sweat on his skin, the scent of arousal between us. It was earthy and real and right.

“No one else has ever made me feel this good,” I whispered against his throat, my tongue darting out to taste the salt of his skin.

I rose up on my knees and took his cock in my hand, stroking it. He was easily the biggest I’d ever had, not just the first. I ached now, my sex clenching eagerly in anticipation. Drew leaned forward and kissed the tip of my chin, my cheek, the corner of my mouth. His kisses were so sensual, so intimate that my eyes fluttered shut, a lump in my throat that was emotion and longing and joy. For a few moments, he was going to be all mine again. We’d join together, mating as we had the very first time. It was a wild, possessive feeling, wanting him like this.

“Drew,” I said, stroking his thick cock. “I want you so much. I thought this urge would go away. The other night at the bar, when I bumped into you—"

“God, yes, when I ran into you and you touched my chest. Something ignited inside me. I had made myself forget, I think, pushed it away because it was so intense. I’d told myself that what I thought was our incredible chemistry, how we understood each other and how nothing ever stacked up to how I felt about you and what I felt when I was inside you—I lied to myself. I couldn’t have lived my life if I believed it was this good.”

He bore me down onto my back on the couch cushions and ran his hands up my thighs, gripping one thigh in his big hand and hooking it over his shoulder. He trailed his fingers between the tender folds of my sex, “Baby, you’re so wet. Oh, God, I’ve wanted this for so long. Hold on to me. I’ll try to be gentle, but hold onto me, baby. I’m going to go deep.”

“Yes!” I said. “Please, Drew, please fill me up. I’ve been so empty without you, please, baby.” I babbled, my hands in his hair, his mouth coming down over mine. He worked my lips apart and kissed me, his fingers going between my legs and fondling me, stretching me, making me ready for him. He couldn’t know how long I’ve been ready for him.