Chapter 34
April
My mouth brushes against his, the touch feather-light at first. When I part my lips, our breaths mingle, and he sweeps his tongue against mine. His movements remain slow but fervent. Compared to our first kiss, this isn’t rushed. We take our time to savour it, like we’re exploring each other in an entirely new way.
His other hand slides to my waist, anchoring me closer, and I melt into him. As the kiss deepens, my mind quiets. There’s only James—his taste, his touch—and the overwhelming realisation that this is more than I ever expected.
I reach up and slowly pull off his beanie, letting it fall to the floor as my fingers weave through his damp hair. He groans against my lips, and a surge of heat spirals down to my core.
I lower my hands to the hem of his top, gripping the fabric and tugging it up over his head. He helps me by threading his arms out and discarding it. My pupils dilate as I take in the expanse of his chest, the way his muscles shift beneath his skin. My eyes catch on his cock, straining against his joggers. My teeth graze my lower lip, and I reach for the elastic. His hands quickly join mine to strip them off.
I sit back once he’s naked. He looks different in the candlelight. Ethereal, like Adonis. Slowly, almost lazily, I run my hands down his veiny, tattooed arms, charting the inky lines that bend and twirl with my fingertips, as if I’m committing every inch of him to memory.
“April,” he growls, licking his lips as he grips my hips firmly, fingering the waistband of my pyjama bottoms. I lift my hips to give him better access. Slowly, almost agonisingly, he unties the knot and begins peeling my pyjamas down my legs.
I don’t waste time, lifting my shirt over my head and tossing it onto the floor beside his. The air hits my exposed skin, causing it to pebble, and my nipples harden in response. He pauses, nostrils flaring as his gaze rakes over me.
I lie down, slowly parting my legs for him. His eyes lock on mine for a moment before they trail down my body, lingering on the sight of my naked, glistening sex. A low, animalistic groan escapes him.
He leans over me, bracing his hands on either side of my head as he settles between my thighs. He kisses me, and I give it all back to him. I feel his hard cock pressing against my stomach, and I reach between us to grip him.
He bites and tugs at my lip as I smear his precum over his crown.
“Fuck, sweetheart, your hand feels so good wrapped around my cock.”
I turn liquid.
I pump him slowly, relishing the feel of him as he pulses in my hand, knowing exactly what he wants but making him wait for it.
He ducks his head, his lips brushing my ear as his hips begin to move in sync with my hand, the pace between us quickening. “I want you so fucking bad, April,” he growls. “I want to come all over those perfect tits, then flip you over and fuck you frombehind. I’ll bury my cock deep in your sweet cunt while I finger fuck your ass.”
His words are feral, my body writhing beneath him. I’m growing wetter with every second. My arm begins to tire, but I don’t stop.
“I want you to come,” I say.
He groans in response, the sound sharp and rough. “Yeah? You want me to come on your tits? Or do you want me to come all over that sweet pussy and lick it off?”
Jesus-fucking-Christ. His dirty talk was good two nights ago, but tonight—it’s on another level. And I’m not mad about it. Not even a little.
“I want you to come on my pussy,” I say. “I need your cum on me, James.”
His mouth drops open in a silent moan, and I feel him tense before he spills, rubbing his hard cock over my pussy as he comes, coating me in warmth.
He captures my mouth in a possessive kiss, lowering his body so we press together.
“I need you, James.”
“Yeah?” he rasps. I nod eagerly. “Tell me what you need.” His eyes darken.
“I need your mouth on me.”
“Where, sweetheart? Where do you need my mouth?”
“On my pussy.”
“Good girl.”
Fuck. Me.
