I shake my head.
“Months. It took me months, Hollis,” he explains, now palming my tit in his grasp, thumb drawing circles over my hardened peak. It sends flashes of erotic pain to my clit. “You were my every waking thought and in my dreams every night. No matter where I traveled in the world, you were always there right next to me. I’d remember the feel and give of your pussy when I entered you, hear the sweet sounds of ecstasy you’d mewl when you came, and I’d smell the vanilla-spice scent of your skin. Fuck, Hollis. I couldn’t get you out of my head.”
I gasp when his fingers finally slide up and hit my wet center, as he toys with the silk covering of my panties. I wantonly part my legs and arch into his fingers, both at my breast and core.
“I’ll give you everything I have – my body, my money, my business – just to have you again. Please, Hollis. Let’s do this. Just say yes.”
My sex-addled brain doesn’t know if, by this, he means sex or marriage. But honestly, I don’t care. At this point, I’m too far gone to ask. I just want it all.
“Yes,” I moan softly. “Please, Kellan, yes.”
Chapter Eight
Kellan
Her answer is yes.
I suppose I should clarify to what question she’s answering to, but in this moment, I’d take either. Or both.
I trail a kiss from her neck to her jawline, nipping and licking my way up until I reach her mouth. Her lips are already parted, her mouth eager for mine, as my lips cover hers, taking all that she offers. This kiss is better than our first one and exceeds even our last goodbye kiss. An avalanche of emotion pours down over me, the rekindling of something so very good.
Our kiss is hot and needy as we latch on to each other in desperation. I sweep my tongue inside her mouth, swirling it around, playing with hers, triggering a very hard response from my cock. I devour her whole, dipping in and then pulling out, mimicking what my dick wants to do with her pussy.
We kiss for an eternity, the water bubbling around us in a cauldron of sexual fantasy and desire. And it’s getting hot in more ways than one.
I want to fuck her and fuck her hard. But have her stretched out on a bed so I can worship every inch of her body. In here, I can only tease out the sensations for Hollis. Maybe get her off with my fingers.
Using my index finger and thumb, I pinch together the edge of her panties and sweep it to the side, my knuckles running over her clit with a firm nudge, which elicits a moan so sensual from her mouth I think it might make me come.
Sliding a finger through her folds, she arches into my touch, and I slip my finger inside her to the second knuckle bone. Hollis opens her mouth on a gasp that I suck down with my kiss. Adding a second finger, I curl and stroke, pushing in and sliding out, finding a rhythm she seems to like.
It doesn’t take long until she’s shoving her fingers through my hair, grasping the strands tightly and calling out my name along with the holy father’s. Multiple times.
She sags down so her chin barely hovers over the waterline, eyes closed with a very satisfied grin etched over her lips and I slip my fingers from her center. When she finally peeks an eyelid open, Hollis flashes me with her emerald green gazes and then stands, her naked and perfect breasts staring me right at eye level. She crooks a finger at me, beckoning me to follow her out.
Water sluices down our bodies, as I swing her up in my arms, carefully taking the steps up the side and over the edge of the tub, and we make our dripping wet way into my bedroom, my foot closing the door behind us.
Laying her down on my bed, I slip my wet underwear off as she shimmies out of hers, flinging them on the floor in a soaking pile, so we’re both naked. She scans her eyes over my body, landing on my erection with an appreciative gaze. And then she licks her lips.
“You look good enough to eat,” she says in a husky tone. “And I skipped dessert in favor of you tonight.”
“Did ya now?” I place a knee on the bed, and cover her with my body, our damp, chilly bodies melding in perfect connection.
My cock nestles between her folds, as I cage her in with my fists on the mattress at her ears, and I slide forward, the movement of my cock along her clit extracting long rough sounds from us both.
I extend my arm out to the nightstand and grab the condom from the top where I dumped out the contents of my wallet earlier. I hand her the package with the go-ahead.
As she tears open the plastic and her dainty fingers sheath my hard, throbbing flesh, she says, “This will be a first for us.”
Her eyes lift to meet mine and I raise a brow.
“In a bed. I don’t recall us ever fucking on an actual mattress. We did it everywhere else, though, which was fun.” She grins devilishly and I agree with her assessment.
Taking my cock in hand, I guide it to her entrance, as she widens her thighs to make room as I wedge in the V of her legs.
“Don’t worry, Hol. We’ll get there again. Have patience.” I wink, the tip at her entrance and I thrust in.
And goddamn if it isn’t as good as my memories. She’s a snug fit, my cock enjoying the stretch of her pussy as her inner muscles squeeze around my length tightly, like she’s positioning herself to take a ski mogul jump. Tense and then loose.
