Straddling his lap, I unbuttoned his shirt slowly, kissing the expanse of his chest as I did. I winked at him, before I took his pants and boxer briefs off, intent on tasting him. But he pulled on my braids lightly, halting my movement. My gaze locked on his.
“I want you on my dick,” he whispered. “Now.”
Grinning, I climbed on top of him, rubbing against his erection until he groaned.
“Condom. Wallet. In. My. Pocket,” he said, though clenched teeth.
I scrambled to pick up his jeans, my nerves raw and the anticipation killing me. He helped me, taking the pants from me, grabbing his wallet, and pulling the condom wrapper out. I snatched the condom from him and sheathed him, then lowered myself onto him. Slowly.
“Damn,” we both said at the same time.
He sat up, unhooking my bra. Now we were skin-to-skin, connected in every way possible.
“Shit,” he groaned pushing into me. Harder. Deeper. “You feel so good.”
My mouth fell open on a wordless sigh.Finally. Feeling him against me, pulsing inside me, was enough to send me over the edge right then and there. But I wanted this to last. We stayed like that for a moment, giving me time to adjust to his size.
Soon, I rocked into him signaling I was ready. We started slow, lips fused together, arms wrapped around each other, moving to a rhythm that seemed innate. Like we were meant to be like this with each other. With each thrust, I surrendered all the tiny, broken pieces of myself to him. With each thrust, he slowly put them back together again.
I didn’t want it to end, but I was teetering on the edge, unraveling. The pace quickened. He pushed, I pulled. He gave, I took. And when I came, I came long and hard. So hard, tears spilled from my eyes. He followed soon after, groaning my name over and over again.
Collapsing against him, I giggled. “That was so much better than that damn forehead kiss.”
He fell back against the blanket, laughing. “I can see I’ll never live that down.”
I lifted myself up, grinning at him. “Never,” I teased.
Juke ran a finger over my bottom lip. “I can also see I’m going to have to spend a lot of time making it up to you.”
I wiggled my ass, loving that he was getting hard for me again. “Yes, please.”
“Careful now,” he warned. “You might be starting something you’re not ready to finish.”
“I’m definitely ready. For everything.”
He placed a gentle kiss on my lips. “In that case,” he smacked my ass, “I want a do-over.”
As we began the dance again, making love our way, I realized…I never want him to stop.
Chapter Eight
Tie Me to the Bedpost… Forever
VERONICA
Sometime in March
I groaned. “Don’t stop.”
Juke pushed into me, taking me from behind, making love to me in a way only he could. “I’ll never stop,” he whispered against my ear. He brushed a finger over my clit.
Above our heads, the Northern Lights danced across the sky. It was perfect. Stargazing, the unique backdrop, and him.
“Come for me, Ronnie. I need you.”
I. Need. You. The magic words. I cried out his name as my orgasm shook through me. Soon, he was right with me.
I turned around in his arms. Grinning, I whispered, “It’s still dark.”
