Page 105 of All For You

I pressed the flat of my tongue against her while I gripped her soft hips. No answer from her except for murmurs and sighs. I licked her and sucked and swiped up and down with my tongue. My fingers joined in, stroking her thighs, softly, gently.

“Lizzy?” I asked, pausing.

“I like it all, keep going,” she said desperately, scratching hard along my scalp and pulling at my hair.

My veins throbbed with the frantic path of her fingernails. I kept going until she squirmed and panted, her fingernails now slicing hard into my shoulder.

“Oh God. Yes, Darcy, yes!” She pulled and scratched and arched and gasped and moaned. Then, drained, she dropped down onto my shoulders.

Capturing her between my arms, I hauled her onto the bed, but she escaped my embrace and climbed over me this time, her hair falling over her shoulders.

“My turn to have my way with you,” she said with a wicked grin.

“Have at it,” I said, excited as hell, backing up to the headboard. “Use me. Do with me what you will.”

She reached into her bedside drawer, pulled out a condom, and tore the foil with her teeth. She put it on me slowly, with care, as though it were a precise art form.

“God, you have to do that all the time from now,” I said, propped on my elbows.

I was wound up by the sight of her long, slim fingers focused totally on me, sending ragged currents of desire through my torso. Hopefully sometime in the near future, we wouldn’t need to use them anymore. The thought of that, committing to each other like that, being with her bare, wound me up even further.

Her knees on either side of my hips, she lowered herself onto me. She sucked in a breath. I jolted, then moaned with pleasure as she lowered farther, farther…gripping my shoulders.

She gasped. “Oh, that feels so good.”

“So good,” I echoed.

I held her hips and pushed my own hips against her, moaning with satisfaction as she worked me harder and faster, her hair tumbling over her shoulders. I circled with my thumb where she needed it, until her thighs were vise-like around me and trembling in a thrill of arousal.

“Oh God, Darcy, what is this?” Her parted mouth and wild eyes sent me into a whirl of sensations. She gasped and foldedover me, her breasts brushing against my chest, her hair tickling my skin in a sort of agonizing tease.

But I needed more.

I rolled her over until I was on top and tried to take my time, slow and almost lazy, until the sight and sounds of her writhing beneath me fired me up. I drove into her with a new frenzy. The bed sank and rose with every movement, every inch of skin between us sweaty and slick.

“Darcy, I’m close.” She cried out and sank her teeth into my shoulder, scraping her fingernails hard down my back as shudders racked her body.

Hearing her moans in my ear, the reverberations of her around me, I felt every inch of her skin against my chest accelerated my pulse into a rush of tension. The excruciating feeling built and built. Then, deep inside me, a spiraling explosion released, making me moan out loud and long. The feeling slowed to a juddering, then a ripple, then a satiated, exhausted bliss.

We lay like that, me on top of her, unmoving, stunned, breathing, for a long time.

What had happened between us was thrilling, but I loved being like this with her now, our limbs wrapped around each other, stars brightening the outside sky, the scratch of the trees on the windowpane. It was us, the exciting beginning, and yet it felt like everything in my life had led me here to this woman—a circuitous path, but now it all made sense.

Reluctantly, I climbed off her and disappeared into her bathroom to clean up. I hurried back and settled next to her.

“Come here,” I said. “You’re too far away.” I pulled her close and slid a leg over her.

Although I was drained for now, I knew there would be a second time, reaching for each other, our hands and mouths not quite believing we were already in bed together.

Lying with my arms around her, I sifted through every complicated emotion I’d felt in the last weeks. Before I’d thought I had to keep my hopes of happiness, past disappointments, and sadness bundled away. Behind a locked door. The key tossed in the lake.

Then came Lizzy, and all those feelings I’d thought I’d locked away spilled out, messy and incoherent.

But those honest, locked-away feelings, wanting love, wantingtolove, didn’t seem messy anymore. Not here in the darkness in her tiny bedroom, in her tiny house in the fields surrounded by the forest. The night was silent except for the dogs snuffling from the other room, and I felt wrapped wholly in this… What was it? Thiscontentment, swathed soft and cottony in this room. I didn’t want to be anywhere else but here.

“I want to ask you something.” I wrapped myself around her even more tightly.

“Mm-hm?” she murmured sleepily.