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I wind my hand around her neck, drawing her face toward mine. Her plump lips part ever so slightly, and my dick hardens at the anticipation of having her lips again.
I rest my forehead to hers and we breathe and exist together for a minute. No words are needed, they never were. We speak to one another on a soul-deep level. Even if I were blind, I’d know she wants me as badly as I want her.
Our past is as tightly wound as our future is now.
To outsiders, this isn’t the smartest decision we could make. Our entire life, we’ve had a turbulent relationship, but as I did years ago, I’m not listening to anything other than my heart. A newfound love, with respect and trust, is growing out of our control. We have no choice but to explore it because this time, we could really have a future.
“If we do this, if we cross this line, we leave the past behind. We start over,” I murmur against her lips.
Her chest heaves with her heavy breaths, and she leans in an inch more and her lips press to mine.
My reaction is fierce and immediate. I growl into her mouth and slide my tongue along the seam of her lips. She parts them for me, and the taste of her rushes in on an ocean of conflicting emotions. Ever so slowly, we find that rhythm and the sting of betrayal fades and all I taste is her want and need that matches my own.
I grind my hips up. She gasps as my hard length pushes against the center of her thin yoga pants. Our kiss is deep and languid, and I slide one hand into her hair while the other glides along her thigh, up the side of her waist until my thumb rests under her breast. My mouth trails a path from her lips down her neck to her collarbone.
She pants, looking down at me with half-lidded eyes. Using the seam of her T-shirt, I pull it up and over her head, then I slide my hands around to undo the clasp on her bra. Lilah lets the straps slide down her arms, and the delicate fabric falls to the floor, exposing her to me.
If I were a dog, my tongue would be hanging out, dripping with saliva.
I admire the beauty before me and grasp her breasts, squeezing and tugging on her nipples until a harsh moan escapes her throat. Leaning forward, I suck one of her rigid peaks into my mouth and twirl my tongue around the other. Her hand flies into my hair and yanks at my strands. The sharp stab of pain only arouses me further. I growl and pull her nipple between my teeth.
She gasps and I sooth the pain with my tongue. Her hands loosen, and her head falls back with a moan. The need to taste and lick and devour her escalates.
I forgot how addictive she is, and it’s too late. I’ve sampled the fruit and the sweet nectar runs through my veins. I’m finished.
“Jimmy…”
“Shh, I’m taking you upstairs.”
She doesn’t protest when I stand, lifting her weight with me. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I head for the staircase. Our eyes lock when I reach the top hallway, and somehow, I manage to make it to the doorway of my bedroom without hitting any walls.
“Last chance to back out.”
She doesn’t hesitate, taking my mouth. I step into the room and softly close the door, fumbling until I find the lock and click it into place. Lilah eases her legs from around my waist, and she slides down my body until her feet hit the floor.
In the middle of complete darkness, with the absence of candles, I only catch the mixture of vulnerability and need in her big blue eyes when lightning flashes outside the window. Thunder sounds and rain whips against the house while we breathe each other in.
The storm outside echoes the one brewing inside me. Emotions swirl like a tornado in my gut, grinding against one another and mixing with the desire this woman provokes. Has always provoked.
“Go get on the bed. I’m going to grab some candles from downstairs.” She reaches for me, but I gently take her wrists and place her arms at her side. “I have to see you.” I lean in and kiss her.
When I return with the candles, she’s nowhere to be found. I place the candles across the room from one another and lock the door.
“Lilah?”
She steps out of the bathroom wearing light-colored lace panties, looking like my wet dream. Her wavy blonde hair hangs down her chest, playing peek-a-boo with her full breasts.
“You’re even more gorgeous than I remember.”
Motherhood did wonderful things for her body. She’s still slender, but her curves are amplified, and I fight the urge to tie her up to explore all of her.
I step up to her and lightly run my hands from her hips up her sides until my thumbs rest under her breasts. She shivers, and her nipples harden further.
She brings her hands up under my T-shirt, running her palms over my hard chest. I reach back with one hand and tug my shirt off over my head. Lilah licks her lips before sprinkling chaste kisses on my chest. My hands push into her hair, and I bend my head to place a kiss on top of her head.
My balls throb with the need to claim her, but no matter if I’m barely hanging on after, I have to see her pleasure first. Tugging lightly on her hair, I pull her away from my chest and lead her to the bed. She crawls on, giving me a view that will star in my jerk-off sessions for the next month, then turns around and lies on her back. I crawl up over her, licking and kissing and biting my way up her inner thigh, trailing my tongue over the lace at her center.
She moans, and I glance up to see her eyes closed and she's palming her breasts. I add more pressure with my tongue. Though I know she’s enjoying it, it’s not enough to get her where she needs to be.
