“Enjoying the show?” he asks with a smug grin.
In a fit of theatrics, I fan myself, and he chuckles.
He finishes the set and stands up, dabbing the sweat away with a towel.
I drop my bag and get my hands on his hard chest, running on pure impulse. Watching him exercise sparked the throb between my thighs.
THIRTY
IAN
I have onlyone thing on my mind—Lilly. To bring my woman pleasure and connect to her in every possible way.
Pulling her to me, I slam my mouth on hers. I devour her small sounds of pleasure as I feed her all my desire. Everything with her is an explosion of sensations that lights me up. With need pushing me forward, I lift her by the ass. She crosses her arms and legs around me, grinding her body against me. It spurs me on as I kiss her with even more desperation.
Landing on the sofa on top of her, my tongue traces the contour of her lips. I bite into her fuller bottom one, soothing the skin as I nibble on it.
She moans some more, her fingers digging into my back. “More. I want more.”
A groan vibrates in my throat. “You’ll get everything and then some, baby.”
I am always aching for this woman. Nothing seems to quench my desire for her.
We tear at our clothes and when she lies naked in front of me, I suck in a long breath. She’s a vision of beauty that takes my breath away. All mine. The thought turns me feral.
My hands glide over the softest skin along her lithe curves, imprinting in my tactile memory every valley and dip.
We have all the time in the world, but I can’t control my passion for her. This rush of lust overrules everything in its wake as I gather her in my arms and bring her to bed.
“I need to have you,” I say, gripping my aching cock as I lower my face and kiss her at the exact moment I shove myself inside of her—so deep I forget my damn name.
Her walls stretch around my hardness; I could live inside of her and forsake everything else.
Buried inside her to the brim, I don’t move just to feel this maddening sensation of her pussy taking my cock, welcoming me.
Her walls pulse and massage my cock into damn euphoria. She grips me so well that it feels like I am sheathed in paradise.
The bed rocks in the rhythm of the desire possessing me. It’s hard and fast to satiate this desperate need.
We’re sweaty by the time she moans my name so loud her voice becomes scratchy. Shaky breaths puff out of her, her eyes glaze over—filled with raw pleasure and adoration as she comes, holding onto my arms as if afraid she’ll slip away.
It takes everything in me not to come on the spot with how good she feels as she floods my cock with her release.
I palm her cheek while she brushes her finger over my jaw. She’s everything, and I ache so badly for her. To go even deeper. Love her harder.
“I love you,” I say, replenished to the maximum with potent feelings.
She closes her eyes for a second, smiling. “I love you.”
Interlacing our fingers above her shoulders, I move slowly in and out of her until we come together this time—euphoria and bliss rewiring my synapses.
I crash on her side, pulling her to my chest, feeling at ease—peaceful.
Our heavy breathing and erratic heartbeats calm, and I kiss my spot, trailing my lips along her shoulder for all the months apart where I couldn’t.
That deep longing eases a bit. I have her now, and I exhale a contented sigh.
It will be hard when we’re out and I can’t touch or kiss her. But like she said, we know the truth. A few more months. That’s nothing compared to the previous ones.
