“More, give me more.”
Looking up her body at her beautiful face, I tuck my thumb against my palm and ease my hand into her slick, tight cunt.
Her erotic groan fills the room and her back arches off the banquette. Panting, legs shaking, she rocks against the invasion, drawing my hand deeper. She cries out, gripping my hair and riding my face from beneath.
Even when she releases me, I stay where I belong, soothing her sensitive flesh with soft licks until her eyes open and meet mine. “You’re still so fucking beautiful when you come.”
“And you’re still so fucking good at making me come.” She reaches down and tenderly traces my brow, then my cheekbone, then my lips and tusks. “Am I ready enough?”
“You are.” Sandwiched between my body and the banquette, my cock throbs nearly to the point of aching.
“Thank god.”
“Was the stretching too much? If I hurt you or?—”
Leaning forward, she presses two fingers against my lips. “You didn’t. I loved it. I’m just impatient to feel you inside me again.”
I press a kiss to the inside of each satiny soft thigh, then taking a seated position on the banquette and guide her to straddle my hips.
“You don’t want to mount me from behind so you can get deeper?” She, too, has not forgotten our intimate inclinations.
“Not this time.”
Her flaxen hair falls forward as she lowers her face. “You don’t want to trigger a rut with me.”
It takes effort not to flip her onto her hands and knees and mount her, show her how wrong she is. Instead, I slide my fingers through her hair, using the grip to tilt her head back so our gazes meet. “You are the only person I wish to rut, Catherine. Then, now, or ever. But now, after far too much time without you, I want to look into your eyes while you take me.”
Her eyes grow glassy, then she leans in and kisses me. Softly. Slowly.
I groan as her tongue traces the outline of one tusk, then trails along my lower lip and up my other tusk. It had never crossed my mind they could be erogenous until Cate entered my life.
Gripping her hips, I slide her back and forth along my cock. By the second pass, she’s in control, grinding her clit against myshaft, her fingernails digging into my chest, her warm breath mixing with mine through choppy, desperate kisses.
“Harder,” she says against my lips when I cup her breast and pluck the nipple between two fingers, and when I give her what she wants, she writhes and jerks, head thrown back, moaning my name as she comes.
That’s the end of my control. I lift her enough to position the head of my cock at her entrance. “Take me home, Cate.”
“Grüsh.” Her whisper is as soft as the delicate fingers on my shoulders. Her grip tightens as she lowers, taking my cock one torturously slow inch at a time. “How much more is there?”
“Half.”
“Don’t look so smug about it.” The comment fuels my smile to increase, and in response, she laughs lightly, shaking her head. “I know I can take all of you, but my body doesn’t seem to remember as eagerly as my brain.”
“We’re in no rush.”
“Speak for yourself.” She laughs again, this one mixing with a throaty moan as she descends another inch.
I can’t resist glancing down. Watching her body welcome mine always flipped a switch inside me, and that hasn’t changed. The urge to grip her hips and fill her completely thunders like a heavy storm, but I grit my teeth and hold back, returning my focus to her face. “Almost there,” I say as I massage her clit with my thumb.
Nodding, she lowers the remaining inches, panting when I’m fully seated in her tight cunt. “Fuck me like you used to.”
Buried inside her, I shift our position. Being on top allows me to slide deeper. Being deeper spurs me to rut, to claim. But she hasn’t agreed to be mine again.
How could she when you haven’t told her that’s what you want, my inner voice chides.
Not telling her now, while she’ll think it’s sex talk.
“So fucking beautiful.” One hand on her hip and my other on her clit, I slide in and out, in and out, falling into our rhythm naturally, as if we haven’t been apart for years. Because she’s mine, and I am hers. I was a fool to think our connection was anything less.
