Nine Inch Nails
“This.” It’s a single word, but filled with so many intentions as I cup her cheeks in my palms and tilt her head back to kiss her.
I kiss her like I’m claiming breath itself, slow at first, then hotter, harder, until the whole world collapses into the slide of her lips against mine and the desperate sound she makes into my mouth. My fingers tangle in her hair, tugging her against me because I need her closer, need her everywhere, and heat surges through me in one breathless, dizzying rush.
This. This is what I’ve been wanting for hours, for days, for the past two weeks. Tasting her, holding her, feeling her. Her nails digging into the skin at my neck as she presses her body tighter to mine.
I slide my hands down to her waist, gripping lightly as I walk backwards, guiding us away from the door toward the bed. When I feel the mattress against my legs, I sit, pulling her onto my lap, her legs straddling my waist.
Kissing her feels like someone threw a match onto a straw house soaked in gasoline. It’s sudden, hungry, and something that can’t be tamed. I cup her jaw, brushing my thumb over her lower lip, deepening our kiss, quenching something I haven’t felt for years.
Her hips rock forward, her chest molding against mine, and any thread of control I thought I had, snaps. My fingers find the hem of her T-shirt, and I gather the material as I slide it up and over her head, our lips breaking apart.
“Yours,” she pants, gripping onto the cotton separating us, helping me to yank it off in one swift motion. Her hands skim over the bare skin of my chest, her eyes locking onto the chain around my neck.
“This,” she crooks a finger under the chain to lift it away from my neck, “was almost my undoing.”
“A necklace?” I arch a brow.
“Not the necklace.” She leans forward, pressing her lips against my neck, her tongue dragging up its column, stopping when she reaches my ear. Her breath hot as she whispers against it.
“Being that close to you.” Teeth grazing my earlobe. “Touching your skin.” Hot, wet swipe against my ear. “Smelling you.” Soft bite to my lobe. “Wanting you.”
I turn my head and capture any other words she was going to tease me with in a devouring kiss. I slip my hands under her ass, holding her to me as I roll her onto her back. I tear my lips from hers, both of us panting, her nipples peaked as her chest rises and falls.
Her hair is a tousled, dark halo around the pale skin of her face, her dark blue eyes wide as they stare up at me. Her lips are red and swollen from our kisses, her cheeks flushed. And I think she might be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I don’t vocalize what I’m thinking, because I know it will scare her. Or maybe I don’t because it will make this everything I’m afraid of, everything I’ve tried to avoid for the last ten years more real.
I release the button of my jeans and lower the zipper, and she sits up, reaching to help me push them down over my hips. I tear off my sneakers, then pull my pants off completely.
“I guess it wasn’t the tequila talking.” She giggles softly, her eyes darting to my hard length.
I chuff, which quickly turns into a groan as her hand snakes out to wrap around the base of my cock. Her grip is light as she slides it all the way up to the head, squeezing when she reaches the top, my entire body trembling from her touch. She tilts forward and a second later, I’m engulfed in the heat of her mouth.
My hands are on her head, my fingers weaving into her locks, my head falling back onto my shoulders as she slides me to the back of her throat.
“Fucking hell, Sadie,” I grunt out, her tongue rolling around the head before she sucks me all the way into her mouth again, this time swallowing, the muscles of her throat contracting around my dick. I tighten my grip on her head and pump myself into her wet heat, almost exploding when she moans around my cock.
I yank myself free, a wicked gleam of satisfaction flashing from Sadie when I do. “Not sure what you’re smiling about.” I crawl up her body, flattening her back on the bed. “Cause now it’s your turn.”
I press a quick kiss to her mouth, then pepper more down her chin, her neck, over her clavicle, and then lower to her breast. I flick my tongue back and forth across her nipple, then suck the tip between my lips, biting down softly. Sadie’s back arches off the bed, her nails dig into my shoulders, a low moan tumbling from her, and I smile, loving how this kind of payback is oh so sweet.
I trail more kisses down her torso, pausing when I reach the edge of her panties, sliding my palm over the material, cupping her center in my hand. She’s so hot, the silk between her legs damp. I slip a finger under the elastic and skim it over her folds. She jerks in response to my touch, my cock doing the same when I feel how wet she is.
I kiss the space just under her belly button and then slowly slide the silk down her legs and off. I tease more kisses up the inside of her leg, her hands fisting the bedding as I move higher. Her legs fall open on their own, an invitation I will not refuse, which I accept by dragging my tongue up her center.
Sadie lets out a long breathy sigh, which amplifies to a deep groan as I flutter my tongue back and forth over her clit. I press a finger into her, a whimper shuddering from her as I pump in and out of her in a slow, repetitive rhythm.
“Dean, please…” Her plea desperate and needy.
I flick my tongue over her center one last time as I drag my finger back, then rise up to my knees. I reach down onto the floor for my jeans, snagging a condom out of the front pocket.
“Should I consider myself a foregone conclusion?” She smirks up at me as I rip the packet open and slide the rubber over my shaft.
“Always be prepared.” I lift my right hand, holding my three center fingers upright, with my thumb covering my little finger, flashing her a grin. “It’s the Boy Scout motto.”
“I’m not quite sure this is what they had in mind.” She chuckles, which I silence when I fuse my lips to hers, lowering my body between her legs.
