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“So wet, baby. So wet. Do you know how bad I want you, baby? How bad I want to sink my dick inside your sweet pussy?” His voice was deep, rumbling and so very sexy.
His words brought her closer as his hands kept working her.
“Then do it. Please,” she begged, no shame left. “Please.”
“Not yet. Not till you’ve come. Not till I’ve satisfied you, baby.” His mouth came down on her, and her head arched back as she sucked in a shuddering breath and held it. She soared higher until she was teetering on the edge for a moment, and then he pressed his palm down on her lower belly, his fingers pushing up against that sweet spot inside her, and she tumbled over the edge in an explosive orgasm that had her groaning out loud.
She could feel her arousal coat his hand in a fresh drenching of release. She sunk back, melting into the pillow, her breathing heavy as she floated back down to earth. Shades withdrew his fingers and ministered to her with soft licks and nuzzles.
He kept at it until his stimulations had her desires awakening again. Urging her on, provoking her senses, drawing out her need and arousal once more.
Her hands grabbed at his biceps, urging him up, wanting his weight on her once more. Wanting him inside her, wanting him to take her.
“Please, Shades. Take me. Now.”
“You on the pill, Sky?”
She nodded.
“I always use a condom, baby. Always. With every woman but you. I’m clean, Sky and I don’t want anything between us. You ready for me, Sky?”
“Yes. So ready. Please.”
“Good, baby. Because I can’t wait another second.” He slid up her body and surged inside her with one forceful thrust, sinking all the way to the hilt. She gasped at his entry. She’d forgotten how large he was, how he filled her as deep as only he did. She felt pinned, immobilized, claimed, owned.
He stared down at her, eyes searching hers with awe.
“Hello, love,” he whispered.
“Hello, love,” she responded, remembering—as he must have—that those were the words they’d murmured to each other the first time they’d made love.
Her hand came up, her thumb brushing over his lower lip. Once. Twice. And then her arms slid around his neck, clutching tightly as he began to glide in and out of her, gently at first, and then with each repeated stroke he grew more rough and urgent until he was pounding into her, his hands planted in the bed, his arms locked, holding his weight off her. He stared down at her, their eyes connecting as his chest grew slick with sweat from his exertions. Her eyes couldn’t help but trail over his beautiful body, his sculpted muscles flexing, his hair growing damp, his breathing labored, his pulse pounding in a vein in his throat.
She watched his jaw clench, and she tightened her legs around him, her pussy clamping down on him, and he thrust one final time, letting out a roar as he climaxed inside her, his body going rock solid above her a long moment before he collapsed on top of her.
She stroked his back, holding him close, loving the feel of his weight pinning her down. His breathing sawed in and out of him. Her mouth moved to his throat, pressing soft loving kisses from his collar bone, to his jaw, to his ear. She nuzzled and nipped at his earlobe.
She heard him groan and felt the vibration rumble through his chest. Her hands slid from his back, down his spine, to the dimples at the base, to his buttocks.
At her stroking touch, she felt him growing hard again inside her, and he arched his hips against her. She moaned as the insides of her tender thighs protested. He rose up to search her eyes.
“Was I too rough? Did I hurt you, baby?”
Her foot moved over the back of his leg, the bottom on her foot stroking his calf.
“I’m good.”
He grinned. “You’re very good. But that’s not what I asked.”
She smiled at his compliment. “No, you didn’t hurt me.”
She felt so contented, so at peace, so truly happy for the first time in so long, maybe even for the first time since she’d last been in his arms. Sex was not only an expression of how they felt about each other deep down, it was also a bridge back to each other. It was a powerful way to reconnect. It cut through all the bullshit, straight to the feelings. Straight to the soul. Straight to the heart.
Still buried inside her, he lifted up enough to again take the cross in his hand. She watched as his eyes studied it.
“I made a deal with God. If he opened your heart to me again, I promised him I’d be a better man, the kind of man you deserve.”
She took his face in her hands, cupping it gently, bringing his eyes to hers. “I don’t need you to be a better man, Shades. I fell in love with the man you are, faults and all.”
