Large hands that I needed buried deep inside me lifted and grasped mine, pulling them from around his neck. He pressed a soft kiss to the inside of one of my palms, placing them on his chest, right above his heart that thumped a steady beat.
Slowly, not losing eye contact with me, his fingers toyed with the waistband of my jeans. He traced a finger along the centimetre of exposed skin on my stomach, and my body shivered violently.
‘Yes or no, sweetheart?’ His voice was back to that sexy tone when he made me come over the phone.
I let out a breath, the word falling from my lips without a single ounce of hesitation.
‘Yes.’
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The second thatword left her mouth, I fucking pounced.
The past months of wanting her so badly, I was ready to lose my damn mind. My body hummed in anticipation. I scanned her features quickly, but the fear that had lingered in her eyes when I entered the room had faded away. The only thing I found clouding those deep blues was the same consuming lust mirrored in mine.
Lifting her into the air, her strong legs wrapped instantly around my waist. Our mouths locked again as I blindly carried us both over to the four-poster bed. Her sex was pressed right up against my aching hard-on. She let out a soft gasp at the contact and then ground her pussy against it, sending warmth tingling up my back.
‘Stop, or I’m gonna come like a fucking teenager,' I growled into her mouth, dropping her onto the bed. She bounced onto the mattress. The most beautiful laugh tumbled past her lips as she stared up at me, eyes lighting up in the dimly lit room.
‘You saying you’ve got no self control, Blake?’ She archeda teasing brow.
I stood to my full height at the end of the bed and slowly peeled my clothes from my body. Forgetting her previous moment of sass, she propped herself up on her elbows, drawing that fucking bottom lip into her mouth as she watched me step out of my jeans, kick them across the room and fling my shirt to the floor.
‘Holy shit.’ Her mouth hung open and fuck me if I didn’t feel my chest puff out a little under that appreciating gaze. ‘I knew you would have tattoos.’
‘One,’ I corrected. Her eyes dipped to the ink on my chest. A small bunch of roses and forget-me-nots were etched over my heart. I got it two weeks after mum passed. Her favourite flowers, indelibly etched on my skin.
Rosie’s lips turned up in a soft smile. ‘It’s beautiful.’
I reached out, wrapping a hand around each one of her ankles. Desire flared back to life in her eyes.
‘You’ve missed something.’ She eyed the only article of clothing left on my body, voice trying not to betray how turned on she was.
‘If I take my underwear off right now, this will last less than two minutes.’ A high-pitched squeal sounded when I yanked her down to the edge of the bed.
Falling off her elbows, she slanted her head to watch me unbutton her jeans. My brain was only working on basic needs, and right now I needed her naked more than I needed my next breath.
‘You want this to last, then?’
Sliding down her zipper, I looked her dead in the eye. ‘Sweetheart, this is going to last a long fucking time.’
A flicker of that same fear I’d seen earlier darted across her face at the sincerity in my words. We both knew I didn’t just mean right now. The second I tugged her jeans down her glorious thighs and tossed them on the floor to join mine, that panic vanished. I couldn’t wait. I stooped andburied my face in her thighs, taking small bites of the soft flesh.
Jesus, she was smooth everywhere.Milky white skin, as soft as butter. I traced my calloused hands over every inch of her I could reach. Based on the shudder that rattled her frame, the way her eyes fluttered closed, she liked the contrast of my rough hands on her softness.
My fingers roamed up and down her body. She arched into the mattress, stretching her arms above her head, and letting the pleasure take over. Lettingmetake over. The edge of her T-shirt pulled up, showing her stomach. Stretch marks lined the tops of her hips and side. I couldn’t help myself, I dragged my tongue over the faded silver strips. She let out a satisfied moan.
‘You gonna let me taste this pussy, sweetheart?’ I moved back down to her lace covered cunt, sinking my teeth into a pale thigh, earning me a soft whimper.
‘Yes, fuck, please taste me.’ She exhaled a disgruntled noise when I rose to my feet, leaving her limp on the bed.
I reached up and tugged at her shirt. ‘Need to see all of you,' I said, a note of desperation lacing my words as I pulled it from her body, making quick work of her bra. When her pink nipples were exposed, my mind fractured. Her breasts heaved and under my palm, I could engulf them entirely. They were fucking perfection.
Her fingers slid into my hair as I hovered over her, leaning my weight on my elbows and set my mouth on those tits. I swirled my tongue around the stiff peak, loving hearing all the noises she made and the way her body bowed off the bed when I gently nibbled on the tip.
Her hips bucked as I switched back and forth, popping off one nipple to devour the other. Her pussy desperately seeking that contact, needing something to satisfy that ache I knew was building. I put a hand on her stomach, pressingdown to halt her movements. I’d dreamed of having this woman underneath me for a long time. I wasn’t about to waste it.
Molding her left breast in one hand, I lowered my head, pulling at her nipple with my teeth, pulling it up for a split second before I started suckling on it once more. Her breaths started coming in short pants, body still writhing under me.
