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Another whimper clawed its way up my throat as I felt his words on my clit. He licked again. Heavier, still. I thrashed my head to one side—so much pressure building.
“Please,” I breathed.
Then his mouth sealed over my clit, and he sucked the little bundle of nerves into his mouth. Alternating, he sucked and licked and sucked and licked, and the weight built higher and higher until he released my hips and thrust two fingers deep inside. Finally freed, my hips pushed upward into his mouth. Lightning began to streak through my body. With his fingers, he pressed upward into that sensitive inner bundle of nerves and continued sucking and milking my clit. Higher, higher, more sparks flew until he curled his fingers again and bit down with just the right amount of pressure. With so much attention on both pleasure spots, my body climbed and exploded. Hips thrust upward, hands fisting the sheets, I called his name over and over until I had no more capacity for words, and I was nothing but my orgasm—soaring, hanging, then falling blissfully over the edge.
46
Wilde
I could thrive off Bou’s slow climb to orgasm.
My cock screamed, Mine! And he throbbed, insistently demanding that I climb up her body, bury myself deep inside my beautiful woman, and fuck her until we were both senseless. But I resisted and stopped suckling her just as she lost every ability to speak so that I could watch the pleasure spread over her face. My name on her lips fed the monster inside. Mine! The sight of her satisfaction was a work of art, and I was one proud motherfucker to have taken her there.
Releasing her legs, I hovered over her body and waited for her to come back to reality before I touched her again. The way she still writhed under me, I could almost see the feelings of bliss washing over her skin. Her gorgeous face relaxed from the tension that’d been there all day, a sense of peace settling over her. Bou—the goddess my world now revolved around—was the sexiest, most beautiful person laying there with her wet, brown curls spread over the white sheet and her hands holding on as she fell from the heights of her climax.
And although the monster inside screamed for me to reclaim what was mine, I waited.
Never before had I felt such a desire to give rather than take my own enjoyment, but with Bou, I craved every single one of her orgasms. They were mine, and from that point forward, I vowed to see that she had many, many more of them. I couldn’t explain why or how our bodies reacted so strongly to one another, but I truly felt that I’d been a wanderer through my own life until I found this woman. There was a kinship between us in that feeling. Now that I’d found her, it was time for us both to live . . . and love.
When her eyes finally opened, stars danced in their blue depths.
“Hi,” she said, a little breathless, and the smile that spread slowly across her lips made my chest hurt with happiness.
I prowled up her body and settled between her legs, the head of my cock at her entrance, but I still waited. She finally released her grip on the sheets and her hands came up around my shoulders.
“Feel better?” I asked.
“Mm-hmm.”
So few words, yet no more were needed. We stayed like that for an infinite time until I couldn’t hold out any longer. I dropped my head to her shoulder with a groan. She squirmed under me, downward, putting more pressure on my throbbing cock. My entire body tensed, and I searched her face to make certain she was ready.
She nodded.
As I pushed inside her, the feeling in my chest burned even hotter as she took every bit of me. I couldn’t breathe as her pussy squeezed tight around my cock and her arms pulled me even tighter to her chest. The emotions coursing through my mind were so foreign, yet somehow and in some strange way, I’d found home. Family. I closed my eyes—in fucking heaven—and when I opened them, she was watching me. Without the slightest movement, my cock twitched so hard I almost came right then and there.
Instead, I took a deep breath and clenched my teeth. My lips moved, but I couldn’t release my jaw as I ground out. “This is mine. You are mine. And there’s no one in The Ridge, LA, Mexico, or the fucking world that’s going to take you away from me. Words lodged in my throat, and all I could add was, “Ever again.”
Bou reached up and grabbed my face with both her hands, forcing my gaze to hers. “And you . . . are mine too.” She lifted her head and claimed my mouth, and fuck me, I never imagined I’d be giddy to be fucking owned. Our mouths, bodies, and souls fucked. Our arms were a tangle as I pumped into her and she met my every move with her hips thrusting upward, again and again. Together in every way, as close as we could possibly get, our sexes at war, our mouths locked in battle, each of us trying desperately to crawl inside the other and find the peace we’d both been seeking, we came. Together. Hard—moaning, growling, and clawing our way to the height of the release we both needed.
In the frozen moment of ecstasy that followed, my vision went white.
Our bodies seized, twitched, then locked together in every way possible.
There was no one else on earth.
There was nothing left in the world except . . .
Pure. Love.
47
Bou
Wilde kissed me awake in the morning and whispered, “Should we get back to the hospital?”
In the bed, I turned in his arms to face him and pulled him tighter. My heart had found its match. Despite what we’d face that day with Celt, I knew one thing, Wilde and I would face it together. Whatever trauma I had yet to deal with, he would be by my side through it all. I kissed him gently, and my body came alive, my sex burning for more and his responding immediately.
He deepened the kiss and rolled me on top of him. Quickly, we enjoyed each other once more before rising, showering, and dressing to face reality.
