He slid his hands around her bottom and pulled her against the erection straining at the front of his pants.
Fully recovered.
You need to rest.
I need you.
She might have argued, but she needed him, too. Needed to reaffirm everything that they had built between them.
When his tongue played with the seam of her lips, asking her to open for him, she did, closing her eyes as he explored the line of her teeth and stroked the sensitive tissue on the inside of her lips.
She heard herself make a small sound deep in her throat, telling him she liked what he was doing. But he knew that already, knew it from her mind.
She was open to him in a way that thrilled her. When his tongue dipped farther into her mouth, she felt hot, needy sensations curling through her body. And through his.
She sighed as his hands stroked over her hips, then upward to find the sides of her breasts, making her nipples tighten.
She needed more. So much more. But she knew from his mind that he wasn’t going to rush this.
You brought me back.
I had to.
We need to celebrate.She heard the grin in his voice, and more. His silent words were like a solemn commitment.
An affirmation of what they had found together, and almost lost.
She reached up to run her fingers through his thick, dark hair. Then she slid one hand down his back, slipping under the waistband of his shorts.
They’re in the way.
So are your panties.
She saw him grinning as they both rolled away so they could kick off their underwear, then come gratefully back into each other’s arms. The length of their bodies pressed together.
Sensations bombarded her. What she was feeling. What he felt.
“Yes,” he murmured, his mouth still on her.
She was dizzy with desire for him.
When he gathered her closer, words of gratitude rose in his throat.
It was difficult to draw in a full breath, difficult to think.
She made a small sobbing sound as he rolled her to her back, playing his hands over her throbbing nipples before taking one hard peak into his mouth, drawing on her as he used his thumb and finger on the other side.
Please, now.
Soon.
He slid one hand down her body, into her hot, moist folds as he lifted his head to look down at her.
She saw passion mold his features, felt her hips lift restlessly against his fingers.
Her eyes met his, and everything inside her clenched.
When his body sank into hers, she cried out at the joining.
