Page 123 of Perfect Satisfaction

We let out simultaneous moans.

His hand slips between us to rub gently over my distended nipples, hardening them further. The sensations cause a rush of moisture straight between my legs. My panties become damp with excitement.

One hand reaches behind me and simply soothes me, smoothing down my back. When it hits the band at my waist, he finds the clasp of my skirt and fiddles with the hook and eye before frowning and reluctantly letting go of my breast to deal with the hindrance.

I’m grateful for the distraction as it gives me time to explore him in return.

My hands drop to the front of his sweats where his cock presses against the palm of my hand. Arek groans, lowering his forehead to mine. “You’re going to drive me insane.”

“Isn’t that the idea?” I gasp as I feel the cool air brush against my rear when my skirt slips over my hips.

His lips curve wryly against my temple. “Only if you want this to be over too soon.”

I pull back and clasp his face. I intended on telling him it didn’t matter so long as it was him, but then he trailed a finger down the cleft of my rear, and I forget everything except curving my body into his.

Feeling every inch of him where I can, skin-to-skin.

That’s when he slips two fingers into me from behind and my knees give out. The world spins, but Arek’s there to catch me.

I clutch at his shoulders, mewling as he thrusts them in and out, eliciting squeaks and whimpers. I’m undone when his fingers curl against my front wall. But seconds later, he pulls them out, only to place his hands on the back of my thighs and boosts me up.

As natural as breathing, memory takes over. My legs wrap around his hips and he rocks me against him. My heart is racing, coming in frantic bursts. “It’s always been like this for us.”

“Like what?” Arek strides toward the bed we’ve slept in, dreamed in, separately.

Now, it’s time for us to come together.

After lying me on my back, he pauses, waiting for me to respond. I reach up and trail my fingers through the light dusting of hair on his chest until my fingers rest on his heart. “More.”

“Damn straight.” Arek jerks open the nightstand and begins rummaging frantically. A faint smile crosses my lips as I recall our first time in Vegas when he had the condom waiting. “I was such a sure thing,” I declare.

“Excuse me?”

My laugh causes Arek to still. “In Vegas. I was remembering Vegas and the condom on your nightstand.”

His lips twitch. “I was abundantly hopeful.”

We both grin at one another and Arek resumes his search. Triumphant, he lifts up the packet and prepares to unwrap it. I surge up and yank it from his hand. “Let me.”

His lips part and he braces. I come to my knees and push his low hanging sweats over his rear. Arek quickly steps on them to remove them. While he’s maneuvering them off, I reach out and brush my fingers against his swollen flesh.

A single drop of cum beads on the tip. I reach down with a finger and swipe it up before touching it to my lips.

He rips the condom out of my hands. “No time.” Tearing it open with his teeth, he quickly sheaths himself before leaning over and kissing me ruefully. “Next time.”

I wrap my arms around his neck as he crawls onto the bed, forcing me backward. “Next time,” I agree.

His body, the weight warm and familiar, finds home. His thighs slip between mine, and he drags his cock up and down, brushing the head over my clit before notching it at the entrance.

“Please.” I’m not above begging at this point. I need to feel Arek as close as I can so my body recognizes—since I already know in my heart and soul—he meant every damn word he wrote in that letter.

He doesn’t make me wait.

He surges inside me and stills. Between the physical reassurance and the emotional relentlessness, tears spring to my eyes.

I feel complete for the first time since he last held me like this.

Thrusting in, dragging out, over and over until our rhythm causes my thighs to quiver with my impending orgasm. As I’m on the edge, about to fall over, Arek pulls back so only the tip hovers inside me.