As she sighed contently, her big blue eyes found mine. “What I want is this.” Her fingers whispered a trail down my belly and began stroking up and down the length of me. After weeks of going without it, her touch set me on fire. “I’ve shown you that I’m still yours. Now show me, you’re still mine.”
I flinched as she rolled her thumb over the crown and dragged my slickness down the length of the shaft.
“Let me get a condom,” I said coarsely.
She shook her head. “No. I want to feel you. All of you.”
“Are you sure?”
She brushed her lips to my ear. “I want to feel every inch of you. Naked.”
With a growl, I rolled her onto her back, fully prepared to show her exactly that. Taking my cock in my hand, I teased her soaking wet pussy with just the head, penetrating her shallowly and then pulling back again. She whimpered and bit down on her lip, looking up at me with lust-heavy eyes, begging me to push inside of her. It was a tease for her, but it was torture for me because her tight pussy suckled at the thick head, trying to pull me in, to cocoon me, and it was driving me insane. I wanted to drive deep into her. Give her all of me. But I wanted to tease her first. I wanted to hear her tell me she wanted me. Because fucking hell, I wanted her like I’d never wanted anything.
Two months.
Two fucking months with only stolen moments with her.
Two fucking months with just my hand and a head full of fantasies when she wasn’t around.
But I wanted to hear her say it first.
Wanted to hear her say she missed me as much as I missed her.
Call me a narcissist, but I needed to know she was still mine.
That the last few weeks hadn’t cooled her want for me.
“Please…” she whimpered. “I need you inside me.”
Her words hit me right where I needed them to and I slid my cock into her, hard and slow, so she could feel every inch entering her pussy, and fucking hell, it was all I could do not to come. She was so wet. So tight and warm. I felt engulfed by her and the pleasure was immeasurable.
I pulled back and then slid back in again, driving in deeper this time, making her gasp. Her body surrendered beneath me as I kissed and caressed her, my cock filling her, my pelvis grinding against her, my hands tangling with hers as we made love. It was slow and purposeful. Two bodies moving in perfect synchronicity. Two hearts lost in the moment.
She moaned as I rocked into her, biting her lip in that distracting way, bringing me close to losing it. With a cry she shuddered, and her pussy clenched violently as she started to come again. She clawed at the bed beneath her, her thighs tightening around my hips.
I dropped my head to kiss her, to steal her moans from her mouth, wanting all and everything from her.
“Come in me,” she pleaded breathlessly. “I want you to fill me with all of you.”
Fuck.
She was too much.
I had gone without this for too long.
I started to come. I grabbed her ass and thrust harder into her tight pussy, my mind spinning as my orgasm consumed me. And for the first time in my life, I almost passed out from the pleasure. It was blinding. Dizzying. Like nothing I had ever known, and I cried out her name as I collapsed against her, moaning into the warmth of her smooth throat.
Nothing.
No one.
No other woman had ever made me come like she did.
Every. Single. Time.
CHASTITY
He was back.
And I had no intention of letting him go.
Not for the next twenty-four hours anyway.
He woke me up at dawn and spent hours making love to me before falling into a deep, heavy sleep. I left him alone and spent the day on an assignment. The day had started warm and sunny, but by lunchtime it was cold and overcast, and by suppertime it was raining hard.
As night fell, I slid into the bed next to Ruger’s naked body and felt safe and warm as he slowly started to wake up and wrapped me in his arms.
“I’ve missed you, baby,” he murmured, his eyes still closed.
I twisted in his arms so I could press a kiss to his lips. “I’ve missed you, too.”
Outside, it was dark and rain continued to rattle against the window.
In here, with Ruger, I felt content and happy.
“Will you tell me what happened in New Orleans?”
I didn’t want to sound needy. But there was a part of me that needed the reassurance that nothing had happened between him and Astrid.
We hadn’t talked since he’d returned.
Basically, it had been sex and sleep in the twelve hours he’d been home.