Page 64 of Let the Light Shine Through

Fletcher’s wrong. I’m not as oblivious as all the others. I just don’t want to quit Gia. I quit the most important thing in my life. I quit my life. I don’t want to quit Gia and Gia wants what I’m giving her right here, right now, by looking at her like she holds the world in her hands. Not just because I’m losing my shit watching her stroke my cock, but because she does. She’s got some kind of hold on me and I don’t want her letting go anytime soon.

I twist my finger through a loose curl at her shoulder.

“Lie back.”

She cocks an eyebrow. “Missionary? How basic of you.”

One hand gripped to the back of her knee, I flip her to her stomach and give her ass a hard smack, making her suck in a breath.

She’s probably worried about her back, but I plan on making her forget soon enough. I don’t need to see her scars to remember they’re there; they’ve already been burned into my brain. I hate not knowing how she got them, but they’re one more thing that makes Gia who she is. Perfection is boring, and Gia is anything but boring, which somehow makes her perfect—imperfectly perfect.

Coming down on top of her, I run my lips over the marred skin, telling her how beautiful she is and, slowly but surely, the tension leaves her back and limbs.

With my erection rubbing against her wet slit, her moans quickly turn to pleas.

She wants this moment, but I want more, so I gotta stretch it out like I’ve been doing all week.

I reach under her, using my hand to spread her wetness around, then I dip two fingers inside her pussy. With her head turned to the side, I snatch up her lips in a punishing kiss.

Her ass arches up, knocking me to the side, but I push her back down with my thigh, sandwiching my hand between her body and the mattress. She grinds into my palm and my hips thrust forward, the feel of my bare cock on her bare skin a little too enticing. Fuck, I could blow just like this, and judging by Gia’s jerky movements, she’s already on her way to an orgasm, too.

“Who’s making you come apart, baby?”

“Condom.”

“A condom isn’t doing this to you.”

Gia’s ragged voice rises an octave. “Get a fucking condom.”

I slow all of my pumps, lifting my leg along with the pressure she needs.

A snarl rips from her throat, and I have to hide my smile against her shoulder. “Come for me one more time and then I’ll fuck you.”

She pushes up from the bed, swiping a condom from the pile on my nightstand before pinning me with a glare to say, “If I wanted to hump a mattress, I could’ve stayed home for that.”

“Uh…” What now?

Using her teeth, she rips the package clean open, but I manage to take the condom from her grasp, holding it just out of reach.

“I’m ready, Roz.”

“Sorry.” I shake my head. “You’re not ready until I say you are.”

Watching Gia’s eyes as they track my movements carefully, I roll the condom down over my shaft, pinching the air pocket at the tip.

Her hungry gaze meets mine.

“One more.”

Lips pursed to the side, she reclines back on the pillows and does something I never could’ve seen coming…she starts fingering herself. Right here in front of me, just plays herself like a fucking fiddle while I sit open-mouthed, mesmerized.

Her eyes focus on mine, but my gaze drops lower to watch the show I don’t think even I could’ve dreamed up.

Unbeknownst to me, my hand glides over her thigh to join the action, but Gia slaps it away with her free hand, never breaking her swirling pace on her clit with the other.

I dart my eyes up to hers.

“You’re not the only one that’s been suffering all week.”