Her thighs shake around my shoulders. Her pussy grinds against my face as she takes what she needs from me. Fuck, it’s the hottest thing I have ever seen. She rides my mouth with the same stubborn fire she brings to everything else, chasing pleasure until it breaks her wide open.
I groan against her, struggling for air, drunk on the feel of her coming against my tongue.
Her mouth opens as her head falls back. Her chest rises in broken, uneven breaths as the pleasure keeps moving through her. It softens her face for a second, strips away the angerand the armor, and leaves only Skylar beneath me, flushed and wrecked and mine in a way I have no right to claim.
When her body finally goes limp beneath my hands, I press one last kiss to her inner thigh and rise over her.
My cock is so hard it hurts. I settle between her legs and press against her, dragging myself along the wet heat of her pussy until a rough sound tears out of both of us.
Her hands come up for me.
I kiss her before she can say anything. Our mouths crash together, messy and hungry, my tongue pushing deep as she tastes herself on me. She moans into my mouth and I grind against her entrance, every inch of me begging to sink inside her and forget the rest of the fucking world exists.
She reaches between us, fingers wrapping around my cock, ready to guide me in.
I catch her wrist before she can line me up. Her eyes flash open in surprise, but I do not let go. I lift her hand above her head and pin it to the mattress, my fingers firm around her wrist.
Not to stop her, but to slow us down before I lose myself completely.
For a second, I simply stare at her.
Her hair is spread across my pillow. Her lips are swollen from my kisses. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes bright with desire, her body still trembling from what I did to her. My gaze shifts to the scar above her eye.
The thought that someone could hurt her hits me right in the chest.
I take a deep breath and hold her gaze before I lower my mouth to hers, softer this time, and press my cock against her entrance.
“Look at me,” I murmur against her lips.
Her breath catches.
I tighten my grip on her wrist, pinning it above her head as I hold myself there, right on the edge of slipping inside her.
“Stay with me, Sky,” I say, “Just for this.”
Then I push in.
Slow.
Careful.
We both moan at the same time, the sound breaking between our mouths as I slide deeper, taking my time even though every part of me is begging to drive into her hard.
I feel every tight, wet inch of her as she opens for me, and by the time I am buried inside her, my whole body is shaking with the effort it takes not to lose my shit.
“Fuck,” I breathe against her mouth, because nothing has ever evoked the same sensations of what she feels like. No mouth, hands, or body has come close to being inside Skylar.
I draw out slowly, my jaw clenched, the drag of her around me all the way to the tip. Then I thrust back in.
Her head tips back against the mattress and her moan fills the room.
I do it again.
Slow out.
Deep in.
Hard enough to make the bed shift beneath us. Gentle enough to make every stroke deliberate. Her fingers tighten in the sheets near her head, her wrist still trapped beneath my hand, her body moving with mine as if all the years between us never stood a chance.
