“I need you,” she breathed, crashing her mouth to mine. She kissed me, deep and urgent. Her hands were in my hair. Her tits pressed to my chest. Her heart pounded against mine.
I wanted to meld into one, as if we could somehow intertwine into something inseparable. As if there was part of her that could want me forever.
“Please,” she begged against my lips, “I need you.”
Placing her back against the glass wall, I positioned my tip at her entrance. With patience I did not know I had, I eased inside of her—feeling every inch of her squeeze me. Time stopped and stretched into eternity as I sank deeper and deeper, until I was completely seatedinside of her, my pelvis to the bottom of her thighs. Then I pushed even further, her flesh giving to my force as I reached her limits. Her jaw dropped, and her head fell back. Her heavy-lidded eyes closed. I’d never seen anything as beautiful as her surrendering to pleasure.
She rocked and squeezed, milking me.
I held her hips, and I groaned up at the ceiling. “Oh fuck.”
I slipped out and in, over and over, taking my time, pushing as deeply as she could take. Each time, I let her grind. She grew more taught, and my rhythm grew more demanding.
“Nothing feels this good, Sadie.” I scraped my teeth across her shoulder. “Everything about you. The way your ass fills my hands. The way you taste when you come on my tongue. Your cunt squeezing me so fucking tight. I never want to stop.”
Bending my neck, I pulled her nipple into my mouth and groaned in appreciation at her moaned cry. There was nothing slow and careful about my movements now. My hips smacked into her with a punishing impact. Her nails dug into my back, each one a sharp point of victory, each one a reminder of her loss of control. I flicked my tongue across her nipple, sucking hard.
She held her breath, her mouth open in a silent cry, and her back arched as her cunt spasmed.
Her tit slipped from between my lips. And I lost my fucking mind. I pounded into her as if my arms weren’t burning from supporting her weight, and her skin wasn’t bright red from the slap of our fucking.
I fucked her like she could take anything I gave her, and she did.
When I spilled into the condom, we were both gasping. Her arms were wrapped around my neck, clinging to me.
I kissed her temple slipping one arm behind her back and the other under her ass. “Baby?”
“Hmm?” she hummed.
“Was that too rough?”
She shook with a chuckle. “No, that was really good.”
“I promise, I won’t be that hard on you the rest of the night.”
“Rest of the night?” There was a dreamy, euphoric haze to her eyes that filled me with a sexual pride I would never get over. “There’s more?”
“You think I could have you one time tonight and that would be enough?” I lowered her to her feet and turned off the water. “Absolutely fucking not.”
Reaching outside of the shower, I grabbed a thick white towel. There were goosebumps forming on her shoulders as I wrapped the cloth around her. She pinched the ends to keep it closed. Biting down on her lower lip, she glanced down at her feet. I had to step out to grab a second towel, the cold air hit my skin after the heat of the shower. She was right behind me when I turned back. I gave her a half smile, taking the second towel to carefully squeeze water from her hair and dry her face.
Neither of us spoke. It felt like neither of us breathed as I dried her as best as I could.
My feelings were too tender, too large for my chest. Missing her while she was right here. When this was over in a few days, I needed to know that I had taken care of her. Treated her with all of the love that I felt, even if I couldn’t say it.
Chapter 16
Sadie
There was a thudding sound growing in intensity and frequency that I couldn’t quite place. It nagged at my groggy mind. I closed my eyelids tighter, willing it to go away. When my phone started buzzing on the bedside table, my eyes snapped open as realization came flooding into me.
“Shit,” I hissed pushing myself up from my pillow.
Dashing into my bathroom, I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my naked body.
I’d stirred awake in the middle of the night to Jamison’s arms around my waist and his heavy sleepy breath against my shoulder. And it was so warm and comfortable to be right there that I almost snuggled in closer and fell right back asleep. We'd never spent the night together. I hadn't realized how much I liked the weight of his arm across my stomach and the fit of his entire body against my back—my hips tucked into his.
But I was adamant to keep my emotions separate from sex, and cuddling was a gray area.
