Never Tied Down (The Never Duet #2)(39)
When my fingers finally found her, I groaned at her wetness. There was something so carnally arousing knowing that her body was responding to mine, that the way I was touching her body was turning her on, soaking her.
I wasted no time. I wanted to feel her wrapped around me. I slowly pushed a finger inside her, easing my way in, loving the softness of her. She moaned and as I swallowed her noises, she pushed her hips forward, grinding down on my hand. That simple movement, her body asking for more, snapped something in me.
I moved quickly and rolled her underneath me, then used my hands to remove her panties, leaving the tube socks where they were, stretched over her long, slender legs. I stood at the edge of the bed, pushed my own pants to the floor, then gripped her ankles and tugged her toward me. Her eyes were wide as she watched me kneel before her, and I held her gaze as I lowered and brought my tongue to run over her center. One long lick and her eyes closed, back arched, and breath panted.
She tasted f*cking amazing, just like I remembered. Just like I’d thought about every night since we’d been apart. I wanted to tell her how much I’d missed her, how much I loved every single f*cking part of her, but I couldn’t stop.
Her fingers slid through my hair, gripping me there, holding me to her. The more she participated—grinding against me, holding my mouth right where she wanted it—the more enthusiastic I became. I sucked and licked, slowly moving my fingers in and out of her, coaxing a slow yet frantic climax from her.
With every exhale, she moaned, gradually increasing in volume, until finally she erupted. Her thighs clamped around my head, her heat gripped my fingers still inside her, and she tugged on my hair, all while crying out incoherently. It was so f*cking beautiful, feeling her come, hearing her pleasure, knowing it came from me, that I gave it to her.
After a few moments she relaxed, went limp, panting. I moved over her, slowly crawling up her body, placing light kisses on her damp skin, loving every part of her, until I was back at her mouth. She leaned up and kissed me. It was a slow and lazy kiss, as though she were drunk from her orgasm. Her hands started at my shoulders, then slid down my arms, moving to my waist and coming up my back. Her legs parted, one wrapping around my waist, and she pulled her mouth from mine.
“I haven’t been with anyone. Not since you.” Her eyes were searching mine, looking for an answer. I knew what she wanted and God, I wanted it too.
“Do you trust me?”
“I trust you and I love you. I want to feel all of you.”
Her words were like slow-moving lava, burning and scorching through me. I’d never be the same after this.
Our eyes stayed trained on each other’s as her hand reached between us, wrapping around my cock and lining me up with her. I watched her face as I slowly pushed into her, and not even the memory of making love to her could have compared to what I saw before me.
Her mouth parted, her eyes drifted closed, and her head tilted back. Everything about her told me she was feeling everything I was. I pushed into her until I was buried to the hilt, until there was no more space between us, and I pressed my face in her neck.
“It’s so good, Riot,” she whispered.
“I know,” I whispered back. Her head started shaking against mine and I pulled away to look at her.
“No,” she said, her voice raspy and shallow. “It’s too good. You. Here with me. I don’t think I deserve it, but I’m never going to let it go again. You’re too good.” She let out a small cry but I silenced it with my mouth, my hands cradling her face. I pulled out just to push back in slowly, and her hands gripped me around my waist, her legs coming to wrap around my ass.
“You’re mine,” I said, my lips brushing against hers with my words. “What we have is perfect and it’s just as much yours as it is mine.”
I continued to thrust into her, watching as her sadness melted away, only to be replaced with pleasure again. When I was sure she was wrapped up in the way our bodies were responding to each other’s, I pushed up to my hands and started thrusting with more force. I couldn’t help the grin that came over my face when her eyes disappeared again. I knew she was feeling me in the best possible way.
I moved quicker, thrusting faster, watching as she slowly started to lose herself to sensation again. I gripped her hip, pulling her ass off the bed and driving into her at just the right angle to set her off again.
“Oh, my God,” she cried, and I couldn’t help the cocky grin that crossed my face. I stilled as I felt her pulse around me, watching as she came back down from her high. She opened her eyes and gave me a lazy grin as her hands wandered up my abs, wrapped around my neck, and pulled my face down to hers. As we kissed, her hands roamed over my slick skin and I knew she was feeling loose and pliant. Sated. “What do you want?” she asked me, her voice drowsy.
“I have everything I want. I just want you.”
She smiled wider, her eyes glistening with what I could only describe as satisfaction. “Okay, well, you have me. How do you want me?”
I stilled at her words, but I could still feel the wave of heat run through me. I’d spent nearly every night imagining what it would be like to have Kalli back in my bed, wrapped around me. I’d pictured her in every position imaginable. Some were memories and some were hopeful, yet painful, wishes.
I quickly pulled out of her, gripped her hips, and flipped her over. Like the f*cking angel she was, she knew exactly where I was headed, and got up on all fours, her gorgeous ass angled up at me.