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He paused over her heart. Surely he could feel it racing like a hyperactive bunny rabbit. He pressed a long kiss right over it, as if sending it a message. Relax. I got this. You’re in good hands.
Tenderly, he gathered her breasts in his hands and lowered his head to worship them with his mouth. That was how it felt, as if she was his goddess and he was paying tribute to her body. Oh, the slow honey pleasure of his tongue drawn across one nipple, then the other, each breast held securely in his warm grip. Thumbs following after his tongue, warming where he’d left wetness behind. Everything was slowed down, as if he’d deliberately shifted into a lower gear. Slow jam style. A different beat, one that didn’t rush, that took every moment for the thing of beauty it was.
Her head fell back and she surrendered her body to him. The part of her that wanted to race to the end took a backseat. Because she knew they’d get there. It didn’t matter how long it took, or how many detours happened along the way. Billy would get her there and it would be spectacular.
“You’re more beautiful than ever,” he murmured against her nipple, plump and wet from his tongue.
She gave a half-scoffing laugh. “Do go on.”
“I’m serious. Your body, your breasts, you’re more…lush. It’s beautiful.”
Lush seemed like a very kind way to say “don’t get nearly enough exercise between work and the kids,” but okay.
“This part here.” He traced her lower belly, where the flesh pooched out. “I love this so much. I want to bite it. So soft and juicy.”
He knelt on the floor and gripped her hips, then tongued his way across her belly. It was a part of her body she’d been self-conscious about ever since Bean was born. Never again would she have that flat belly she used to show off with crop tops and hiphuggers.
Maybe she’d had that all wrong, she thought as he nibbled and licked the sensitive flesh. Why should her body stay the same? Everything changed with time. Why should she look on her body with anything except appreciation for how it carried her through the world, nurtured a family…and oh, by the way, gave her so much pleasure?
She dropped the robe to the floor, letting go of the last bits of self-consciousness that had lingered ever since she’d seen Billy’s still-magnificent form. Her body had changed in the last three years, but he seemed thrilled to discover all the nuances. She wasn’t going to argue, not when it felt so good to feel his hands digging into the more bountiful flesh at her hips, and his tongue linger over her stretch marks.
This is us, he seemed to be saying. We’ve done some living and that’s a beautiful thing.
His mouth reached the nest of curls covering her sex. Her thighs trembled with the shock of desire. He shifted his hands to her ass so he could tilt her just so. Like that, standing naked in the candlelight, she gave herself to his eager searching lips and tongue.
With that same slow deliberate pace, he made his way to the beating pulse of her desire, the tight bundle of nerves that jumped and throbbed in anticipation of his touch. And there it came. The scrape of tongue across her clit. She gasped as pleasure seared across her vision. It’s been so long. How had she lived without this feeling? This bliss?
She shoved aside the thought, along with all other thoughts. The only thing that mattered was the slow swirl of his tongue exploring her most intimate core. Then the fingers sliding inside her, one, two, three big knuckles brushing against her clit, which was still under sensual assault from that wicked tongue…
She plunged her hands into his hair, to steady herself, to keep him from stopping, to urge him on, to thank him, she didn’t even know what. But she was in no danger of falling, because he still kept one strong hand tight on her ass and…she could trust him. She could let herself go, let these wild sensations catapult her into a frenzy.
But not until he picked up the pace, which she desperately wanted and needed. Moving on their own, her hips clenched and ground against his mouth.
“Shhh,” he murmured against her clit. The vibration nearly sent her out of her mind. But she got the message. It’ll come. Let it come. So she forced herself to take a breath and abandon herself to the rhythm of his strokes. So good. So good. Oh my god.
It was building, a thunderdome of lightning on the horizon, sweeping across the landscape of her body, clearing everything in its path. As he fucked her with his fingers, he sucked her clit with a deep fierce greed…and then he wasn’t going slow anymore, he was giving her every bit of the friction she needed and she couldn’t even keep up, her body was taking over and then the whole world erupted into flashes of brilliant light and mind-shattering pleasure and she was bucking against his mouth in a small corner room in a random lakeshore estate she’d never been to before and somehow this moment was always going to happen.
Once upon a time there was a girl who lived in a castle near a lake…
She was weeping, she realized as she came back to herself. Tears of release and happiness stained her face. It had been so long. She loved this man so much.
How had she fooled herself for so long? She loved Billy. She needed Billy. She wanted Billy.
Twenty-Three
Having his head deep between Jenna’s thighs while she came against his mouth…oh yeah. The satisfaction went deep. The ripples of her orgasm kept going and going, and he did his part to keep it that way. It had taken them so long to get to this place. Maybe he’d been trying to get here ever since they’d agreed to part ways. Now he was going to enjoy every last second of it.
But she had other ideas. As the pulse of her climax faded, she pushed his head away from her. He glanced up, surprised, her taste still on his tongue, as she pulled him to his feet. “On the bed,” she commanded.
Commanded.
That was new. So was that fierce look in her eyes, and the traces of tears on her cheeks. This was a different Jenna, someone who’d been through some shit and was out to claim whatever pleasure she could.
He was here for it.
He stretched out on the bed and linked his hands behind his head. She jumped onto the bed after him, her body damp with sweat and flushed from her orgasm. The way her chest turned pink after she came…he’d always loved that. On all fours, she crawled on top of his body and straddled him.
“Were you crying?” he asked softly, extracting one hand so he could run a thumb across her cheekbone.
