28. Hannah

Chapter 28

Hannah

“ Y es, like that,” I moaned as he ran the tip of his tongue across my clit. Cool air bathed my thighs until he pressed them wider with his warm palms. He stroked them in smaller and smaller circles, working them inward and upward until he reached the juncture between them.

Then his fingers went wild, some driving inside me while his other hand roamed up across my belly to find my breasts.

He dragged his tongue down to trade with his fingers, and while he rolled my clit, he drove his tongue deep inside me.

I cried out.

“Tell me.” He only lifted his head enough to bark out the words before he dove between my legs again.

“Keep up whatever you’re doing to me . . .” My words dissolved. He wanted me to think? Speak? I couldn’t. But I found a way. “And make those fingers go faster. I want more, Reylor. So much more.”

I was feverish, pumping my lower body up to meet his mouth. Writhing on the bed. Yanking on his hair, the poor guy. Would he have any left by morning?

“Reylor.” I fisted the blankets, yanking on them as I rode one crest after another, each one driving me harder and faster. I was going to crash, and I wasn’t sure there would be anything left of me after. I’d melt into the bed. Limp out until morning.

Then stir long enough to make him do this once more.

When I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he rose above me, kissing me. I tasted myself and him. The world. And it only made me crave everything.

His kiss deepened, and he took every bit of me, his hand cupping my nape while his other continued to tease between my legs.

Heat roared through me. I wrapped my legs around him, clutching him to me with the heels he adored.

I slid my hands into his hair, wrapping it around my fingers and holding it tight.

He rocked against me, easing the head of his cock through my wetness, coating his thick length, sliding it across my clit each time.

I lifted my hips to meet his heady friction, sinking into a world that was just him and me, and our bodies giving each other pleasure.

Our tongues tangled together, and he slid one palm underneath my ass, pushing it up to meet each of his thrusts.

This man covered every bit of my body. I’d sacrifice anything to feel this forever. I couldn’t imagine a life without him in it, but I could picture a time when we’d do this every night and morning, when we’d rise with smiles on our faces, knowing that each day would only bring us more joy.

I’d never been this wild before, and I wallowed in the feeling. It was a giving of myself yet a taking from him. It fused us together as one.

I was gone, lost in the feel of his mouth, the surge of his length across my clit.

He broke our kiss and lifted his head. “Eyes on me, sweetheart. Only on me.”

“Always,” I said, bucking up against his cock.

He placed the head of it at my entrance and drove in, not stopping until he bottomed out.

His eyes locked on mine; he barked out a groan. He’d told me to maintain eye contact, and some might consider the demand controlling, but I sensed that in this, I’d taken control.

I tightened myself inside, compressing his cock, and he growled.

“Yes, do that again, sweetheart.” Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he started to move, pulling all the way out before plunging back inside. He fit me so well, and it wasn’t long before I was rocking up against him, urging him on with my voice and with my tight grip on his arms.

When he started to go faster, I cried out, not sure I could take much more before my body gave way. But I held back because I had to savor each and every moment. I had to be with him when he finally came.

We stared into each other’s eyes, and I could see so much joy there. This wasn’t only about the fusion of our bodies but the coming together of our hearts and our souls.

“Take me, sweetheart,” he growled. “Take all of me.” He pulled out and drove himself in harder, slamming into me while I urged him on with my cries.

He braced himself over me while lifting my hips with his other hand.

Heat coiled inside me, pure pleasure that was soon going to snap.

“Reylor,” I moaned, needing something only this man could give.

He reached between us, dragging his thumb across my clit, stroking it over and over in a way that blasted flames through me.

“Come for me,” he rasped. “Come.”

“You too.”

“I’m with you. Almost there. Come with me, sweetheart.”

As we stared into each other’s eyes, we let go. He plunged faster, driving me to the peak and beyond.

Then he barked out a cry and joined me in his own pleasure.