His smile gets even bigger. “If there comes a time I can’t hold you in my arms, I will be hurt.”
I lean my head against his chest as he walks to the bedroom door and kicks it open.
He walks to the bed, but instead of sitting me down, he looks at the nightstand. I follow his gaze, and he’s looking at a framed picture of him and me.
I stroke my hand across his beard. “It was never about leaving you, Bobby. I’ve never for one second stopped loving you.”
He drags his gaze from the picture and looks at me. “I can’t lose you, Ellie. I can’t.”
I slide my hand up and around his neck. “You won’t.”
He presses his lips to mine, and the kiss is explosive. It’s like everything between us has been bottled up and needs out. There’s no containing it. He lets me slide to my feet, and I stand with shaky knees.
His hands are everywhere, and he pulls back to tell me, “I need you naked. I need to look at you.”
He pulls my lower body against him and grinds into me. His moan is guttural, and he says shakily, “I’m not going to last.”
He acts like a starving man.
I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it up my body. I barely get it off and he’s clasped his lips over my bra-covered breast. The material doesn’t stop him. He suckles me, and I arch into him.
With a flick of his fingers, he undoes the snap of my bra, and the straps fall from my shoulders. He pulls his lips from my breastjust long enough for the material to fall, and then we’re skin to skin, suckling me like his life depends on it.
There’s a pull in my lower belly, and he lifts my leg as he grinds into my core.
It’s all too much, a new feeling but also just the same. Bobby pulls from one breast and moves to the other. I let my hand slide down between us and try to undo his belt. With unsteady hands, I finally get the belt undone, but I’m half out of patience as I reach under the waistband of his slacks and wrap my hand around his hot, impressive girth.
His mouth rips from my body, and his voice is gruff. “Fuck.”
I stroke him harder, squeezing him firmly, and his hips jerk. For a man that is always in control, he’s losing it right now. Frustrated, I tell him, “Pull off your pants, Bobby.”
I don’t have to tell him twice. He rips them down his legs, kicking his shoes off as he goes. Then he tugs his shirt off, and he’s huffing and puffing as he stares back at me. I’m topless, wearing only my jeans, but that’s not enough for him. He reaches for the buckle and quickly slips it through the hole.
As he pulls my jeans and panties down my hips, he goes to his knees and buries his face between my legs. He lifts my leg, propping it on his shoulder to get better access.
My head falls back when I feel his tongue stroke against my swollen clit. I grip his shoulders to keep from falling as he ravishes me.
“Yes. Don’t stop,” I plead with him.
He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t slow down. He increases the pressure, and it doesn’t take long for an orgasm to slam throughmy body. Every muscle twitches as my body pulls taut, going higher and higher.
I groan, my cries filling the room.
Robert rises from the floor, licking his lips with a smug look on his face as he leans into me. “I missed this. I missed you.”
I put my arms around his neck and hold him to me. “I need you inside me, Bobby.”
He smiles widely. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”
He eases me back on the bed, settles over me, with his gaze locked on mine. He kisses up my body, and I arch my back as if I can’t get close enough. “Yes,” I whisper.
His hot, wet tongue slides across my skin, and when he touches my neck, I swivel, giving him better access. I let my legs fall apart, and I wrap them around his hips, pulling him to me. His cock presses against my belly, and I try to hold back my frustration. I need him inside me.
I wrap my hand around his girth and swipe him through my swollen slit, then press him into me. I try to relax, and he only gets a few inches in before he slams into me. I groan.
He looks into my eyes. “You okay?”
I nod. “Yeah, don’t stop. I need it hard.”
