All the Way (Romancing Manhattan 1)

“Really?” Her voice and eyes tell me she doesn’t believe me, so I just lower my mouth to hers and kiss her deeply, soaking in every moment with her. She shivers when my fingers drift from her neck, over her collarbone, to her breast, and it’s not from the storm, but from my touch.

She comes alive when I touch her and it’s fucking amazing.

“That feels nice,” she says before swallowing hard and turning to me fully now, naked beneath our blankets, a tangle of legs and quiet breaths.

“You’re beautiful, London. I find it very difficult to keep my hands to myself.”

“No need,” she says as her eyes drift closed and she leans into my touch. She lets the blanket fall and reaches out to run her fingers down my chest, not stopping until her hand is wrapped around my fully erect cock. She pumps it slowly but firmly and I want to jerk her onto me and have my way with her.

But that’s not what this moment is all about.

It’s about forgetting, and discovering new memories.

Before I can lay her down and touch every inch of her with my mouth, she leans down and brushes her tongue around the rim of my cock, barely touching me but setting me on fire.

Just when I think I can’t take any more, she slides that sweet mouth over me, then pulls up and just barely scrapes her teeth over my skin, and I can’t sit still anymore.

I sink my fingers into her hair, gripping hard as she works me over. I can feel the tightening in my balls, the humming in the base of my spine, and I know that if she doesn’t stop right now, I’m going to come in her mouth.

And as much as I don’t hate that idea, that’s not what I want right now.

“London.” My voice is gruff, and she doesn’t respond to me, so I tug her up and off of me, stand, and lift her in my arms, carrying her back to the bed.

“I want to be on you,” she says, her voice sure and strong.

“I won’t argue with that.” I kiss her, letting my lips slip and move over hers as she pushes my shoulders back, urging me to lie down in the middle of the bed. She reaches for a condom, and swiftly rolls it down my length, making my eyes cross. “Christ almighty.”

“I can’t tell you how good it feels to be able to do this.” She holds me at the opening of her pussy, and slowly lowers herself onto me. Her hands are braced on my chest and she starts to rock back and forth. “I couldn’t sit like this a few weeks ago, and I can do it. It doesn’t hurt.”

“This should never hurt, sweetheart.”

She smiles down at me, rocking, barely moving me in or out of her, but she’s rubbing her clit against my pubis, and her muscles are quivering.

Fuck, I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than London looking down at me, the lightning flashing and then leaving her in shadows again.

“Keep talking,” I urge her, enjoying the sound of her voice.

“You fill me,” she murmurs, and leans down, covering me, and placing her lips next to my ear. “You fill me up, Finn. It makes my body feel hot. Sexy.”

“You are sexy.”

“Powerful,” she says, and bites my earlobe, and I can’t take it anymore. I grip her ass in my hands and roll us, avoiding her bad leg, tucking her under me.

She lifts her knees, opening herself even wider, and I press down, holding myself inside her. She rests her right ankle on my shoulder. I turn my head and bite her ankle, then press openmouthed kisses there.

“I thought I was going to be on top,” she says, grinning up at me.

“I couldn’t help it.” I press my thumb to her clit and smile in satisfaction when she arches her back, tilting her hips and pressing herself even more firmly against me. “You turn me inside out, London. I needed this, to look down at you while I’m inside you. Trust me, you’re no less powerful.”

“I know.” She licks her fingers and brushes my hand away so she can touch herself. I pull back just an inch and she lets her fingertips glide against my slick cock, wet from her juices, while she presses against her clit. Her womb clenches even tighter around me, and I know that I’m not going to last.

I can’t keep my hips from moving faster, pushing harder, taking this moment from soft and quiet to fast and urgent, chasing the incredible orgasm that I can feel building in both of us.

Finally, London’s whole body trembles and she cries out as she lets go, riding the waves of lust and desire, and I happily go over with her.