Just One Wish (The Kingston Family #4.5)(16)

Her pleading tone got to him, but he wanted to take in the view before he lost himself inside her. Her hair fell over her shoulders in tangled waves, her skin was creamy, and her body had more curves than he remembered.

She’d filled out and was every inch a woman now. His woman, no matter what she thought.

“You’re fucking beautiful.”

Her gaze raked over him, studying the tattoos on his arms and chest before meeting his eyes. “So are you. Now get over here and fuck me before I lose my mind.”

He registered her choice of words and decided not to let it go. He’d fucked groupies. Not once in his past had he fucked Tara, and he wouldn’t start tonight.

He placed a knee on the bed and climbed over her, leaning down and bracing his hands on either side of her head. “We need to get something straight.” He paused for effect. “I’ll never fuck you.”

Those pretty eyes opened wide.

“Will I make love to you? Yes. Fuck you? Not without a good combination of feeling involved.”

Knowing she’d argue or give him shit, he slid down her body, parted her thighs, and buried his mouth in her sex. The only sound after that was a long, low moan.

As he licked and nipped his way around her pussy, she writhed on the bed. Her hips arched, pressing herself against his mouth, and he fucking loved it, flicking his tongue and sucking her juices. He never gave oral with a one-night stand. Had it done to him? Yeah, but not in reverse. Was he a dick? Probably, but he didn’t care. It was reserved for more intimate relationships. He’d had one or two, but none had lived up to Tara.

He pushed thoughts of prior experience, his and hers, out of his mind. All that mattered from today forward was them.

As he devoured her, her taste brought back the best memories of the past. But the woman with her hands in his hair and her pussy grinding against his face wasn’t the same shy girl he’d known.

Thank fuck for that, he thought, and concentrated on making her come. Once he began nipping at her clit, it didn’t take long for her legs to shake and the noises coming from her to deepen.

He slid one finger inside her and pumped in and out, his mouth teasing her, bringing her to a frenzy, and slowing down all over again.

“Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

His dick throbbed against the bedding as he added a second finger and sucked hard on her clit, flicking his tongue back and forth before pressing down with his tongue and curving his fingers inside her.

“Oh, my God. I’m almost, almost … there!” she cried out, her inner walls rippling around him, clasping his fingers in her wet heat.

He didn’t let up until her orgasm subsided and she collapsed against the bed, her muscles finally lax. Satisfied he’d taken care of her, he rubbed his face against her thigh and sat up on the bed.

Her eyes remained closed as she caught her breath, and he took the time to grab the condom wrapper, rip it open, and roll it on. At the sound, she opened her eyes and watched, which only made what he was doing feel hotter, and his cock pulsed in his grip.

Dammit, he was afraid he’d come at first thrust; that’s how much he wanted her. Rising, he pressed her knees back and wedged himself between her legs, his cock poised at her wet entrance.

“Look at me,” he said.

Her gaze met his. He nudged his cock at her entrance, finding her so wet he slipped inside and paused, clenching his jaw and thinking of anything but how damn good she felt.

She lifted her hands, and he entwined their fingers, then thrust deep. Her hips rose to meet him as he filled her completely.

“Fuck, baby, you feel good.”

She grasped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. “You do, too. Move, Axel. Please.”

Unable to remain upright and hold back, he fell forward, his hands on either side of the mattress, supporting his weight. And then he did what she asked, pumping his hips in and out, making certain she felt him, watched him, and wasn’t thinking this was just sex.

His cock experienced every clasp and release as her pussy tried to hold on to him while he pulled himself out and thrust back in.

“I missed you,” he told her, “so damned much.” He lowered his hips and ground himself against her until her eyes nearly rolled back in her head.

“Oh, God. Keep doing that,” she said, her legs shaking on either side of him.

“Keep your eyes on me and I will.”

She locked her gaze with his, and he began to move, grinding himself against her, doing his best not to let go until she let out a moan, her entire body seizing around him.

Only then did he allow himself to let go and feel everything, his climax ripping through him and pulling him under. All he could think and feel was Tara, surrounding him, holding on to him, and fulfilling him.

When he came back to himself, he realized he’d collapsed on top of her and rolled to his side, letting her breathe more easily.

He pulled off the condom and forced himself to leave the bed to get rid of it and wash up quickly before rejoining her. He propped himself up on one elbow and met her gaze. He already knew he needed to be one step ahead of her or else she’d take the time to rebuild her walls.

“We still click,” he said, grinning because how could he not? She was still in his bed. He reached out and tucked her hair behind one ear.

She blew out a breath. “I can’t argue with that,” she murmured. “I’ll be right back. I need the bathroom, too.”