I bury my face in her neck, drinking in her scent, and my whole body calms. My heart slows, and for the first time tonight, I can breathe without tightness. I snag the hem of her tank top, yank it over her head and fling it to the floor.
I pull her closer, loving the feel of her skin against mine. “Perfection,” I whisper into her neck.
I sink my fingertips into her hips and lift her until her legs are wrapped around my hips. Our lips meld together as I stumble us into the bedroom, then fall onto the comforter with her in my arms.
She breaks away from the kiss, her eyes searching mine.
No apologies
No lies.
Just two lost people who need each other and need to believe in each other, if only for a night.
I take her lips again, and when she offers me her tongue, I know I have to taste every part of her. I break away from her mouth, and my lips travel down her neck. Cupping her breasts, I lave each nipple until they form hard peaks. Her skin is so sweet, smooth and unmarked. So different than mine.
I tilt my head, loving the sight of her watching me. She digs her fingers into my hair, pushing me lower to the place I long totaste. I drag down her booty shorts and toss them aside. I glance at the ankle monitor, and she flinches.
“We both got scars, but that’s what makes us tough.”
Her legs relax, and I anchor them over my shoulders two seconds before I dive into her heat. I lap and suck her sensitive flesh, and she moves with my strokes. I nip and tongue her clit until her back arches off the bed, but I’m not done until she screams out in sweet agony. I keep sucking in her aftershocks until her body is limp against the mattress.
“That was . . .”
“Yeah, it sure was.” I stroke my hands up and down the smooth skin of her thighs.
“How come I’m naked and you still have your pants on?” she teases.
“I’m just about to take care of that.” I roll off the bed, strip off my jeans, then yank open the night table drawer and reach inside for the condoms.
I look over my shoulder and see her pained expression, eyes focused on my back.
“Who did that to you?” Her whispered, quaking question punches me in the gut.
“It’s nothing.” I quickly turn so my imperfections are out of sight.
She cups her hands on either side of my face. “It’s not nothing, but I can wait.”
When I pull out a string of condoms, her eyes widen.
“I believe in being prepared.”
“I also like a man who goes commando.”
I roughly fist my cock, but the damn thing doesn’t need any priming as I rip open the silver packet with my teeth, then sheath myself.
I hover over her. “You ready for me, babe?”
“Yes, yes, very ready.” She spreads her legs wide, and I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her to me, notching myself between her thighs.
“Gonna try to take you, sweet, but you got me so fuckin’ amped, it might get a little crazy,” I warn.
“After the night we’ve had, you can get as crazy as you want.”
“Ahhh, fuck!” That’s all I needed. Sliding into her wet, hot heat consumes me.
She takes every inch of me, her eyes begging for more. I try to control myself, but my hips take over, my one palm braced against the mattress while the other hand holds her tight to me. When she wraps her thighs around my back, we’re in perfect rhythm. She takes everything I give her, but I’m not satisfied yet.
I slip my hand from around her waist, find her clit, and when I roll it between my thumb and forefinger, she yells out, milking my dick with all her sweet cream.
