“This isn’t about control.” He eliminated the space between them until they were skin to skin. “This is about choosing each other. No one dictates what happens next. Just us.”
She brought her hands up to frame his face, thumbs brushing over his stubbled jaw. “Just us,” she echoed in a whisper.
He kissed her again, softer this time but no less intense, and she reached between them, wrapping her fingers around his stiff length. His vision blacked at the edges.
“Bed,” he croaked.
“Too far.”
“Couch.”
He pulled her toward it, their mouths never breaking contact. He settled her on the edge and dropped to his knees again. Holding her stare, he hooked one thigh over his shoulder, opening her to him.
When he dipped his head and parted his lips over her soaking wet pussy, she cried out. “Caius!”
He rumbled in answer, gliding his tongue up her slick seam. He briefly pressed his tongue against her clit, making her buck into his mouth. By the time she caught her breath on another gasp, he was working his way down again, tunneling through her folds.
As he reached her drenched opening, she was shaking.
He thrust his tongue into her pussy. She bit off a scream and draped her other leg around his torso, rocking into his mouth and taking what she needed from him.
God, he could stay here the rest of his days, worshipping her the way she deserved. Listening to her rasping cries and thatmoanshe made when he reached her clit again and swirled his tongue around and around it.
Her hips lifted off the sofa. He cradled her firm ass and drew her closer, throwing himself into tasting her.
“Caius! Oh god. Your mouth. Yes! I need…I need…”
He tore his mouth away enough to rumble, “Come for me.”
She tossed her head back, entire body going tense. Her pussy contracted against his tongue. When he sucked on her clit, her whole body bucked as the first wave hit.
She writhed against him, clutching at his back, his shoulders, his hair. Seeing her come apart for him was as glorious as he expected. Cheeks flushed and eyes bright, she rode the crest of her release and started down the other side.
He lifted his head and met her gaze. Too late, he realized he was several feet from his bag where he kept a handful of condoms.
He started to go after them, but she hooked her legs around him. “Don’t. I want you. Just you. No barriers.”
His chest heaved. “You’re sure.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement. A prayer.
She nodded, black hair skimming over her freckled cheekbone. “Just us. Like you said.”
* * * * *
Any restraint he’d been holding on to frayed. He lifted her to stretch out on the couch, his body covering hers in a way that made her feel sheltered instead of trapped.
His weight pressed her into the cushions, solid and real, and she wrapped her legs around his hips to pull him closer. Sheneeded this—needed him—with an intensity that should have terrified her.
But it didn’t.
For once in her life, she wasn’t afraid.
He braced himself on his forearms and stared down at her with an expression that made her chest tighten. Raw desire mixed with more.
She reached up and pulled his mouth back to hers. The kiss spiked with desperation, all tongue and the taste of them both flooding her senses.
His hands roamed her body, relearning every curve he’d already mapped out. When he cupped her breast, thumb brushing over the tight peak, she arched into his touch with a gasp that broke the kiss.
“I need to hear you say it one more time. No barriers?” he murmured against her lips.
