With his hands on the backs of my thighs, he pushes my legs up and into my chest, ravishing and devouring until it’s impossible to breathe. Until my legs are trembling and that fire finally explodes.
“Christian,” I gasp. “I’m…”
A satisfied growl reverberates against me, and I’m done for.Sex with Christian has always been like this—addictive. Shattering. It is every time when we’re together like this that we break each other down to nothing and build each other back up again.
But Christian keeps breaking me down and tearing me apart.
My hands grapple at his shoulders and arms, nails scratching. “Christian, I can’t… Christian!”
He shakes his head, his tongue swirling and dipping as I try to push myself away from his mouth. “Christian.”
His hands wrap around my hips and pull me back to him. “Not yet, please,” he says, his voice hoarse.
My back bows off the bed and my head digs into the pillow. And I let him have me, I allow him this, or maybe I’m allowing this to myself, I don’t know. Either way, I want him. I want him in all the ways and I just want…
I just want to breathe him in again, no walls or restrictions.
Just him and me, and that’s it. Just the two of us existing in the same world for the rest of our lives.
Christian moans and groans, his fingers dipping inside of me as he holds me down, and doesn’t stop until he is pulling another bone breaking orgasm out of me. I think my bones might actually be shattering, this one hitting me deep enough that I’ve forgotten how to breathe and I’m moments from passing out completely.
Then my body is limp, bones melted to nothing. Christian kisses up my stomach, across my ribs, my breasts, my clavicles, up my neck. My hands are reaching everywhere for him, tracing every inch of his skin as fast as I can. I’m in a race to see how much of him I can claim before this ends.
My hands push down at the waistband of his shorts as he whispers, “Lana.”
My eyes snap to his, and my lips part when I see his soft eyes. I whisper, “Let me.”
“It’s okay,” he whispers. “I don’t need anything.”
“What ifIneed it? What if I needyou?”
“We made a rule.”
“A rule we’ve broken multiple times now,” I remind him, pushing his shorts down over his ass. My fingers burrow into his ass, pushing him forward between my legs. God, the muscle tone in his ass.Who has an ass like this?
“Lana,” Christian whispers. “I’ve gone four years without you. And we might have broken the rule but that doesn’t mean I’ll just fuck you because of it. I want you and me to be where we need to be. And maybe…breaking the rule was?—”
“A mistake?”
“No, never,” he breathes. “Never a mistake with you. But breaking the rule…”
“I get it, I think.”
“Lana, I’ve gone four years without you and you have no idea how badly I want you—how much Ineedyou. Being with you now feels like I’m breathing and I don’t want to mess it up.”
Tears gather at the corners of my eyes as I peer up at him, my nails tracing shapes across his back.
“I love you so much, Lana,” he says. “And I just want to give you what you deserve from me, and it’s not just sex.”
I chuckle. “I do deserve good sex though.”
He rolls his eyes, amused. “Yes, fine,” he mumbles. “But more than that from me.”
“Okay,” I breathe, frowning. “But I still need it.”
“What?”
“You,” I whisper, my hand reaching between us. I push hisshorts down his front until his hard cock is heavy on my pussy. “This.”
