Limitless Love (Lotus House #4)(41)

“What if I want more?” I pressed harder and gasped at the bliss shooting through every nerve ending.

“You’ll get what I give when I give it,” Clayton growled, lifting his hips and thrusting against me. I was losing my mind to this man, and I never wanted it to end.





Chapter Nine





Couples with open heart chakras don’t usually experience major problems understanding one another. Their principal nature wanting to bring joy and peace to their partner and not pain, they tend to avoid hurting one another with careless jabs or snide commentary.

CLAYTON



Her body was over mine, and the sweet connection of her pussy rubbing along the hard edge of my dick through our clothes was unbelievable. Fucking magical. I felt like I was in high school again, out of my mind with lust for the hot cheerleader. Only, Monet was no na?ve teen. She was a goddess.

Shifting us together so as to not hurt her, I backed toward the head of the bed, Monet in my lap, until my back rested against the headboard. She moaned when the full length of my erection rubbed along the edge of her seam. With slow movements, I unbuttoned the loose silk blouse she’d worn for the get-together and tossed it over the side of the bed. Underneath she’d worn a camisole sans bra. I could see her pert nipples poking into the silk, and I wanted to bite them through the fabric. On her lower half she was wearing a thin pair of yoga pants and nothing else.

Once I centered her over my lap, I took her mouth in a searing kiss. She held my head and hummed her appreciation around my tongue. Fuck. That sound made me wonder what it would feel like with my dick shoved down her pretty throat while she sucked me into oblivion.

Later. We had time. Right now it was my job to take her mind off what happened this evening. Show her how much she was desired. Wanted. Needed. And fuck, did I need her.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” I whispered along her neck, sucking and nibbling, her jasmine scent surrounding me.

She sighed and thrust her hips against my cock. A searing jolt of desire shot up my spine, urging me on.

“Fuck yeah, you feel that?” I ground her down on my cock. “You do that to me, Monet. Your sexy-as-fuck body, elegant face, and unending kindness. I want to own it. Kiss it. Suck it into my body until I’m drowning in you.”

“Clayton…” She moaned, kissing along my neck. Her tongue came out and lapped at my collar from one side to the other. I pushed her back a few inches, just enough to lift my shirt over my head and let her look and touch her fill. “You’re so hard and soft at the same time,” she said, running her fingers across my chest.

Her touch was a white-hot brand. I wanted her hands all over me all the time.

I tunneled one hand into her hair and used my thumb to lift her chin. “I’m going to take your shirt off because I want to see your pretty tits. Is that okay?” I asked, because I knew that getting naked in front of a man after the type of injury she endured could be frightening. The last thing I’d ever want was for Monet to be scared of being close to me in bed.

“I trust you.” Her words were spoken like a prayer.

I lifted her camisole slowly and let her slip both arms through the armholes, then eased it over her head. I licked my lips and cupped both breasts in my hands, swiping her erect nipples with my thumbs. She gasped and arched slowly into my hold.

“Perfect for my hands. Look, baby. Just right for me.” I circled each tip again.

Her breath quickened, and I curved forward, taking one brown tip into my mouth. Monet wrapped both of her hands into my hair, holding me close. Like I’d leave her tit. I swirled my tongue around the tight peak until it was nice and pointed, practically stabbing my tongue. I flicked and then pressed my teeth down over the erect nub to worry it a little more forcefully. She seemed to like that a lot. Her entire body tightened like a rubber band stretched to capacity and ready to break. Then she pressed down hard, grinding into my crotch, getting herself off.

Fuck yeah, my woman was primed.

Dragging my mouth away from one tip, I took in the other, licking and sucking it the same way I did the first. Monet’s hips stirred over my cock. I knew if I put my hands into her pants, they’d be soaked.

“Clay…oh God. You’re going to make me come.”

I grinned around her pretty titty, sucking it and biting down. Her body went ramrod straight, as if she was going to soar at any second. Not wanting her to just yet, I backed off and stayed her hips.

I shifted her back enough that I could look at her tits and her face. She groaned and opened her eyes. They were glassy and filled with desire. Just the way I wanted her. Her lips were a berry red as she bit into the bottom one.

“God, I want to fuck you so hard, beautiful.” I petted each breast and squeezed her nipples simultaneously between thumb and forefinger.

She let out a breath of air. “Then do it,” she goaded.

My girl was gone for me. I grinned wickedly. “Baby, when I fuck you, make love to you, we’re going to be alone and need at least twenty-four hours of uninterrupted time. And I want your back healed so I can pound into you from above.” I ran my hands to her tiny waist, letting my thumbs caress down each side.

“Clayton…” She stirred her hips and lifted her hands to her breasts, cupping them and plucking at the nipples.

Fuck yeah. My dick surged at the sight, seeking her heat.