Page 54 of View With Your Heart

“I’m not leaving,” I tell her. If all I do is hold her all night, I want her close. I want to know she’s safe. I will take care of her tonight.

“Bedroom,” she mumbles against my mouth, and I spin us, carrying her wrapped around my waist to her room.

She giggles as we walk. “You can put me down.”

“I’m not going to stop touching you.” With my hands under her thighs and her legs balancing on my hips, I take her into her room, kick the door closed, and set her on the bed. Instantly, I climb over her, forcing her to fall back. My hands travel over her midsection and down to her hip. She winces.

“What?” Pulling back, I peer down at where my hand rests. She tugs at the waist of her skirt, revealing a red mark near her hip.

“You gripped me pretty hard.” Glancing up at her face, she’s looking down at the spot on her skin.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I know,” she whispers. “You saved me.” Her fingers swipe through my hair before I lower my head, moving my body down hers to tug down the skirt and kiss the bruised skin. Tenderly, I suck at her hipbone before pressing kisses along her lower waist. Pulling at her skirt, I tuck my fingers into her underwear, tugging both articles of clothing down to reveal her to me.

“Gavin,” she whispers.

“I can’t stop,” I tell her, wanting to cover every inch of her with my mouth. Once her skirt and underwear are removed, I spread her legs, placing my body between her thighs. My index finger runs along her folds, slick and ready for me, but I want a taste. My mouth covers her, sucking at her before licking along her slit. My tongue delves forward, and I’m a starving man, devouring her. Her thighs spread further, opening her up to me as I take what I want.

“Sport,” she mutters, breaking out the old nickname, and I’m reminded of what she said earlier. We can’t go back to those two crazy summer kids. She’s right. We can’t. This is so much better. Using tongue and teeth, I work her while my thumb rubs her trigger spot. Her legs stiffen, closing her thighs on the sides of my head like she clamped my arm the other night, and she breaks apart. Sweet as candy.

Eventually, she presses at my head as a warning to release her. After a final kiss, I climb up her body, and her hands move to my belt.

“Take this off,” I demand, pushing at her shirt, and she tugs up the material, revealing a nude bra underneath. I hadn’t even noticed her underwear. I don’t care about her clothing. I want to see her naked. Reaching behind her back, I undo the clasp and bring the silky fabric forward, exposing two of the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen.

“You’re glorious,” I tell her, but her hand slips to her belly. I grip her wrist.

“What’s this?”

“I have stretch marks,” she says, looking away from me.

“Hey,” I whisper, pushing her hand away from her stomach and pressing kisses across her skin. “This is beautiful. You did a beautiful thing. You’re a mother, Brit. That’s such a fucking turn on.”

She huffs, but after kissing her belly, I slip up to a breast, eagerly taking it into my mouth.

“Gavin,” she hisses as I suck at the heavy globe, swirl my tongue around her nipple, and then tug the taut nub to a sharp tip. Quickly, I move to the other breast, repeating the motion. Angled to the side of her body, I rub a hand down the center of her, between the valley of her breasts, over her stomach, and through the soft mound of hair at the top of her legs.

“You’re so beautiful, Brit.”

Her head lifts so her mouth can take mine again, and we kiss, heated and hot for several minutes before her hand returns to my belt. I don’t stop her as she unbuckles and unzips me so her hand can slip inside my boxer briefs, curling around me.

She falls back to the bed, catching my gaze as she strokes me. Damn, that feels good. Shifting to sit, she pushes me to my back and wrestles my shorts and briefs down my legs. Returning to stroke me, she watches her hand working the stiff length.

“I might be bad at this.”

I chuckle softly as what she’s doing is enough to bring me to my knees. Then her tongue swipes over my tip, and my eyes roll back. I bite my lower lip holding back a groan while my hand slips into her hair, holding the side of her neck. She opens her mouth, taking me within the warmth of her, and I’m thrown back in time. The heat of her mouth. The swirl of her tongue. The hesitant suction. She’s slow, meticulous, and like none other. She doesn’t miss a beat, taking her time to explore me with her mouth until my legs quiver, needing more from her.

“Enough,” I growl before jackknifing up and tugging my shirt over my head. A hand lands on my pec before stroking down my chest, through the coarse hairs below my belly and lower. With light pressure, she pushes me back and straddles me. Her wet heat lands over me, and she slides up and down my eager dick, coating me in her essence. I’m ready to beg her to let me inside her.

“Condom,” she whispers. The word is spoken like a question, hinting she hasn’t needed to ask for such a thing in a long while. Balancing her on my lap, I reach for my shorts and fumble through my wallet. I remove the wrapper having no idea how long it’s been in there. She watches as I cover myself, giggling nervously.

“I might be bad at this too,” she says, her voice soft.

“Never,” I encourage, reaching up to brush back her hair, holding it behind her ear as she strokes me up and down with her hand again before positioning me at her entrance. Her eyes close, her expression pinches.

“Brit, baby, look at me.” Her lids spring open, and her eyes sparkle like gems. With my hands on her hips, I guide her over me, slipping into her, and her lids slowly close again as she takes me into her body. Her palms flatten on my chest, and her head tips forward, her hair curtaining her face. She drags herself upward, hovering on my tip before dropping back down, swallowing me into her.

“Gavin,” she whispers as if she’s surprised by the sensation, surprised how well we still fit together.