She tenses slightly. “I told you?—”
“I’m about to worship every inch of it,” I continue, moving lower to capture a nipple between my lips.
Her back arches off the bed, a gasp escaping her lips. “Oh!”
I take my time, savoring the weight of her breast in my hand while my tongue circles the taut peak. Her fingers thread through my hair, alternating between gentle tugs and desperate clutches. I’ve never known my head to be so erogenous, but looks like every inch of my body is if she touches it.
“Jericho,” she moans, her hips rising to seek friction against me—something I’ve been holding out on because it would be game over very quick.
I continue my path downward, kissing across the soft plane of her stomach, feeling her muscles flutter under my lips. When I reach the juncture of her thighs, she tries to shut them closed.
I pause, looking up at her. “Trust me?” I half say half ask, my breath warm against her skin.
Her cheeks flush pink, but she nods, her legs parting slightly for me. I press a gentle kiss to her inner thigh, then another, working my way closer to where she’s already slick with want. The closer I move to her core, the wider her thighs spread.
“God, you’re perfect,” I murmur, blowing cold air on her hot skin, before using my tongue to taste her properly. She shivers and bucks her hips against my mouth.
I grip her thighs, holding her steady as I explore every fold, every sensitive spot that makes her gasp and moan my name.Mine.
The taste of her, the way she responds to every stroke ofmy tongue—it’s better than any fantasy I’ve ever had. And I’ve had plenty over the past few months. Especially when I was away from her. I fantasized about it nearly every single time I put the phone down.
“Please,” she whimpers, her fingers tangling in my hair. “I need?—”
“I know what you need,” I growl against her, adding pressure with my tongue and pushing my finger inside of her until she’s trembling beneath me. I want to draw it out, to savor every moment, but she looks so damn good from this angle that I can’t wait any longer.
So I put more pressure and slip another digit in. When she comes apart, crying my name and arching off the bed, I nearly lose control watching her. But I’m determined to feel her come around me. I crawl back up her body, watching her face as she comes down from her high, eyes half-lidded and cheeks flushed.
“That was…” she breathes, trailing off.
“Just the beginning,” I promise, positioning myself between her thighs. I reach into the nightstand drawer, fumbling for a condom I stashed there for this situation. I knew it was going to happen, just didn’t know when.
Her hand catches mine. “I’m on the pill,” she whispers, eyes meeting mine. “And I’m negative. If you are…”
“I am,” I assure her. The thought of nothing between us makes my cock throb. “You sure?”
Her answer is to wrap her legs around my waist, pulling me closer. “I want to feel you. All of you.”
I line myself up against her entrance, watching her face as I push in slowly, giving her time to adjust. The feeling of her heat and all the wetness I’ve caused enveloping me is almost too much, and I have to grit my teeth to maintain control.
“Fuck,” I groan, pressing my forehead against hers as I sink deeper. “You feel so good, Nora.”
She gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. “You too,”she whispers, her eyes wide and fixed on mine as I fill her completely.
I stay still for a moment, savoring the sensation of being buried inside her, our bodies joined in the most intimate way. Her hands slide up my back, pulling me closer, and I drop my head to the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent.
“Move,” she urges, her hips shifting beneath mine. “Please, Jericho.”
“My witch is so impatient.” My chuckle into her skin makes her shudder.
I withdraw slowly before pushing back in, setting a steady rhythm that has us both gasping. Her legs tighten around my waist, changing the angle so I can go deeper with each thrust.
“That’s it,” I murmur against her ear, one hand sliding beneath her to lift her hips higher. “Take all of me.”
Her eyes flutter closed, lips parted as soft moans escape with each movement. I can feel her tightening around me, getting closer to the edge again.
“Look at me,” I command gently. “I want to see you.”
Her eyes open, dark with desire and something deeper I don’t dare name yet. I increase my pace, driving into her as her breathing becomes more erratic. Her eyes flutter closed again.
