“You, spread out like this.” His hands dip down to the tops of my thighs, where he runs his fingertips tentatively over my skin. “Your body wet, pressed up against me. The way you’d feel … the way you’d sound when I finally take you.”
“How did I sound?” I ask, breathless.
He responds with a low grunt, lifting one of my legs and hooking it over his forearm. I pull myself up to stand on tiptoes as he holds me. His cock nudges against my entrance. My breath catches as I watch him slide in, inch by delicious inch, filling me completely. A shudder runs through both of us, and the way he looks at me—hungry, possessive—makes my heart gallop. I release a long, keening whimper.
“You sounded just like that,” he says, pumping into me. The sound of skin slapping fills the bathroom. I can’t hold back my moans as he fucks me at a brutal pace. My body is a live wire, and each thrust sends waves of electricity rippling through me. His eyes latch onto my tits, watching them bounce with every thrust. He shifts, kicking a leg up beneath my thigh to support my weight, angling himself even deeper inside me. His now free hand snakes between us, finding my clit, rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles.
“I fucking love your cunt.”
“James,” I gasp, raking my fingernails down his biceps.
“Are you gonna let me come in this pussy?”
I can feel him getting closer, his movements more urgent, and I’m right there with him, teetering on the edge.
“Yes. I want you to give me all of it. Fill me up.”
A harsh moan escapes him as he hastens his movements, driving into me harder.
“Fuck, April.”
“I’m so close.”
“Come with me.”
With one final, deep thrust, I feel him pulse, unloading inside me. The feeling undoes me, my body shaking with the force of it.
He drops a firm kiss to my lips before slowly pulling out after we catch our breath. His cum trickles down my thigh, and he captures the stream with two fingers before sliding his hand up and pushing his fingers back inside me.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he breathes.
“Please stay.”
He smiles against my lips. “I wouldn’t dream of leaving.”
Chapter 35
James
Ahoneyed flush of sunlight filters through the edges of the curtain. I wake to the soft, steady rhythm of April’s breath, deep and peaceful in sleep. The relief when she said she’d be willing to wait if I tour next year was immediate, almost overwhelming. I felt like a selfish bastard—wanting her to say those words, because I know it isn’t a small ask. On top of dealing with her emotions about us, it’s a lot.
I hope I’ve made it clear that this isn’t just some casual fling for me. And seven months … seven months is a long time. A lot can happen. People change. Feelings fade. The thought of being gone, of not being here to hold on to whatever it is we’re building, picks away at me. And yet, when she looked at me and said she was happy to try, it felt like she offered me a lifeline. One I wasn’t sure I deserved but am willing to cling to.
I press a kiss to her head and gently loosen my arms from around her. She murmurs something incoherent, shifting onto her back without waking. A smug smirk tugs at my lips as I slide down her naked body, my hands trailing lightly over her skin. When I reach her thighs, she parts them, welcoming me even in her sleep. Her pussy still glistens with evidence of last night,and my cock twitches at the sight. I part her with two fingers, watching as she opens for me.
Leaning in, I drag my tongue in a slow, hard line from her entrance to her clit, sucking gently before swirling my tongue around the sensitive nub. A soft moan escapes her lips, and her body shivers as she stirs awake. She threads her fingers into my hair, tugging at the strands with a sleepy urgency.
“James,” she whispers, her voice husky as she shifts her hips, pressing herself closer to my mouth, asking me to continue, and I do.
I get to work, lapping eagerly at her centre. She tastes divine as I indulge. Teasing her entrance with two fingers, I feel her body tense beneath me. When she lets out a needy whimper, I slowly slip them inside, feeling her clench around me to pull me deeper. She’s tender, her body arching as I work her with my hand and tongue, coaxing her toward the edge only to slow my movements, making her whimper. I’d do anything to draw that delicious sound from her.
“Does that feel good?”
“Uh-huh.”
“More?”
She hums.
