Love Survives (Love's Suicide #2)(29)
While tears fell down her cheeks I wasn’t afraid she was changing her mind. It was obvious that us finally being together was making her over-emotional. I, myself, had the same feelings. I’d just been trained to hold them in better.
Our kisses were slow, managed and full of intent. Each time her tongue brushed over mine it reminded me that the best was yet to come.
I couldn’t be so close to her and not want more. Without breaking our embrace, I let my hand slide down between her legs. As soon as my palm slid over her * I was losing control. While keeping my eyes closed, my lips traveled down her neck, then further to her breasts. I teased her nipples with my breath and chin, noticing how excited she seemed to get from it. Right away I could feel how turned on she was, making it even harder to take my time.
When I’d gotten low enough to kiss her thigh, I was fully aware what was in store next. I then traced my tongue around her hip, becoming more aroused when her body reacted to being touched there. While her prize beckoned me to proceed, I took in the moment, realizing that I had to take my time, making sure it was everything we’d both ever dreamed it to be.
It was very obvious that Kat was enjoying this. As I looked up I saw her eyes gazing down at me. Even without words I could tell she wasn’t going to get up and leave me alone in the room. This was her finally giving in to what was always there between us. She had to know that I’d tortured myself for so long because I wanted something I thought I’d never have. In this moment, I’d become inundated with sentiment. I wanted her more than any man had ever desired. She was my heaven, my light at the end of a dark, gloomy tunnel.
My finger skimmed over her * while my mouth watered. There was no need to haste. I craved a taste, yearned to have it stuck in my memory, reminding me of where I’d finally been.
The second my lips grazed over her smooth skin, I watched Kat’s head fall back on a pillow. A tiny moan escaped her when I used my chin hair to tickle her clit. She was already wet, letting me know that foreplay wasn’t needed to heighten the mood. This act was my pleasure and as much as it was hers. This was something I refused to skip. She needed to have all of me, and I was prepared to give it to her.
The taste of her musky arousal filled my inner senses, causing a chain reaction straight to my engorged erection. Being with her like this, bringing her such a personal jubilation, left me wide-open to experience every bit of ecstasy that I was providing her with. We shared in the elation as I licked her to no end, savoring her flavor, while striving for the highest of praise. I didn’t only want to be the best so far, it was important to be the best she’d ever have. I needed to make sure she’d never desire another man again. Kat lost control, not just once, but several times due to the skills of my maneuvering tongue. By the time I brought my lips up to kiss her, we were both famished, ready to seal the deal once and for all, finally together. This wasn’t going to be one-sided. She knew it was me bringing her pleasure, and with that came a sense of security, because she was fully aware that I had no plans to stop.
Kat took control of the situation. She began rocking her body against mine, torturing me until I broke down and entered her. Being a man, it was hard to find something that could break me. I’d like to think I was tough, although I knew my weakness far too well. The moment I slid inside of those tight walls I could sense my body becoming vulnerable. She was giving off vibes, divulging on her own rapture, while I fought to stay composed. With every touch, each kiss, and all of our movements, we were discovering each other, perhaps for the first time in many ways. What I couldn’t understand was how in sync we were. This wasn’t like feeling someone out for their special spots. Both Kat and I knew exactly where to touch, tease, and pleasure. In this moment we were simultaneously reaching euphoria.
Then I lost myself, utterly and completely. My teeth clamped onto her shoulder as I climaxed. I couldn’t move, breathe, or rationalize with what was happening to me, while I was overcome by waves of gratifying pleasure.
Sweaty, panting for air, and never wanting to move, I looked into her eyes, finally accepting that she was mine. There was so much we’d need to talk about, but in this instance it was just us.
“Don’t stop, Brooks.” It was the first words she’d spoken since this started and hearing them caused me to get carried away again. I did my best to oblige, taking her to the highest peaks.
As we both began to come down from our perpetual bliss, I press my lips against hers, pulling away to express my gratitude. “I love you so much.”
She reached one hand up and ran it through my hair. I couldn’t stop. My body rocked over hers again while we watched each other breaking free of all our fears. Our high took us to new places while we remained connected. Never in my life had I ever climaxed twice, but as I filled her with pent up years of heartache, I knew it was possible. This was the utmost perfect moment of my entire life. We both lay there, connected and trembling. I held her tightly, stroking her hair, and remaining high on life. It was as if nothing could take this moment away from me. I had everything I wanted in life, I just needed to make sure I could keep it.
We stayed up until the sun started to rise, making love, and satiating our desires, until there was nothing left but exhaustion. I felt whole, and with that came a sense of worry. I was concerned how we’d escape together, and more so how it would all play out once our secret was revealed.
Kat abruptly began crying, and it broke my heart. I knew she had a lot on her plate, but I longed for her to share in this happiness for as long as possible. I wanted to distract her so she didn’t have to be concerned, not yet.