We were ravenous. I took her hips into my grip, and she pushed me onto the bed and planted her hands on either side of me, leaning down until we were making out again. She toreat me, shoving my robe off my shoulders, her kisses desperate again.
My inquisitive tongue and lips left open kisses over Autumn’s collarbone and down to her still-clothed breasts. Her chest became the center of my focus as I was framed in flannel. I teased her stiff peaks through the thin fabrics of her tank top and bra. Autumn’s gasp and impatient huff had me smiling. I took her shirt by the back of the collar and pulled it, restraining her arms and pushing her chest out toward me. Autumn made a half-hearted attempt to struggle with her limited mobility, but her sleeves subdued her wild movements and unleashed mine. I nipped at her collarbone and released her arms, yanking the shirt from her and finishing with her tank top.
Autumn let out a sigh of relief as she regained her freedom, unlatching her bra and letting it join the pile of clothing on the floor.
“Tell me you have a condom,” she breathed. I’d never been more grateful for the one I carried for emergencies, and this was the sexiest emergency I’d ever had.
“On the nightstand. In my wallet.”
She pulled away, lifting off me for an excruciating second before bringing back the foil package and ripping it open. The slowness with which she rolled it down had me questioning if she was torturing me on purpose. That was, until she lined us up and slid down on me as if she couldn’t handle being apart either.
Our movements created a resolute well in me, and her slow intensity had me meeting her thrust for thrust. Nothing else mattered but the way she took me, her hips rotating and rocking against me. I worked myself under her, remembering this was her favorite position before. Was it still?
I trailed my fingers down her stomach. She’d always said I was good with my hands. I needed her to know that hadn’t changed. Interlocked, I rubbed her sweet spot, encouraged bythe sounds she made, and her hips shifted in time with my hand. The tension in my body built. I could only hold myself back for so long. It was becoming nearly impossible every time Autumn sank down on me. A sweaty palm pushed against my heart as she steadied herself and the intensity of her breathing and movements told me she was close.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” I groaned as she clenched around me. My thumb circled her clit in that way I knew she loved, and she threw her head back with my name on her lips.
Autumn’s release decimated the last of my resolve. I was flying with her, enraptured by this free-spirited woman as I followed right behind her. Warm possession crept through me. How had I let her go before? Our ragged breaths filled the room as we embraced in the afterglow. She breathed out, and I took a deep breath, drawing it into my lungs and surviving on her.
Wrapped tightly in my arms, she settled against my beating heart. Autumn’s body was relaxed and pliable against mine, her arms curling around and holding me as if she’d always been here, as if we belonged like this, free and entangled together.
