Page 49 of The Other Plan

I shook my head and moved my hips, encouraging him on.

“Good. Because I don’t want to stop. I’ve missed you, and I want to take my time and revisit every single inch of your body.”

I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled him into my kiss. I tasted the passion on his tongue while he worked his fingers inside me. My thighs clenched, and I moaned as he hit the tiny bundle of nerves between my legs.

“I missed hearing you make that sound.” He moved his kisses to my neck. “I want to hear you come apart. Give yourself to me like you used to.”

I moaned again, his teeth teasing my nipple before his mouth continued south.

“I loved all the noises you used to make when I’d taste you with my tongue.”

My pulse rose as memories of him touching and kissing every inch of my body crashed back into me. He’d given me pleasure like I’d never known... pleasure I’d never found again.

As he lowered himself between my legs, his warm breath passed over my heated core. When he took me in his mouth, I grabbed the sheets and rocked against him.

“Oh, God,” I breathed.

“Do you still like when I do this?” He teased me with his tongue.

“Yes,” I admitted. “Oh, God. Yes.”

My legs quivered as he worked me with his fingers and his mouth, my body shaking and shuddering as I rose up to the heights only he could take me. Like we were a song only he knew the words to while I knew the melody. Together we made music... music I’d wanted to hear again and again all the time that we’d been apart.

A song sang again as I shattered into a million pieces when I came apart.

I collapsed into a boneless heap, satiated and soft.

“I’m glad I didn’t forget what you liked.” He kissed his way down my legs to my toes. “I love hearing you come. I want to hear it again and again.”

He used his tongue and his touch to explore every inch of me. Over and over, he brought me back up to the pinnacle of pleasure. I didn’t think I had anything left in me when he lowered himself over my body.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked again.

I opened my eyes to see his wolfish grin—the pride and mirth swirling around in his stare. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, and it was exactly what he’d done the first time we’d been together. I could almost hear the waves crashing along the beach beside us as memories of our first time together flooded into me.

I’d been so nervous. So excited. So completely lost in the moment.

Just like I was now.

“Yes. I want you to stop,” I whispered.

His brow furrowed together in confusion, but I smiled before I flipped him over and landed on top of him.

“Because it’s my turn,” I said with a smile.

His lips lifted into a grin as passion reignited in his eyes. I leaned down and kissed him, lifting his tank top up his body as I did. I broke our kiss while I pulled it over his head, then sat back and stared down at his shirtless torso. Just the sight of his chiseled physique had me ready to go again.

But I took my time, exploring all the hard planes of his body with my fingers and my tongue as he groaned his pleasure beneath me. When I pulled off his shorts and went to take him in my hand, he caught me by the wrist.

“If you touch me, I’m not gonna last. And I want to be inside you when I come. If that’s what you want.”

Biting my lip, I smiled.

Did I want this? Oh God, did I want this. I wanted every inch of him inside me.

Now.

I leaned over the top of him and opened my end table drawer. Quickly I pulled out a condom, tearing it open and sliding it down his shaft.