I press a kiss low on her belly and trail my fingers up the inside of her thigh. She sips a breath when my hand eases between her legs. Her hands tighten in my hair while my fingers stroke her.
She’s slick and soft and hot, and I need her in my mouth. Like last year. I lift one of her thighs to my shoulder, then slide one finger inside her. Deep inside her, until my knuckles press against her body. She’s small and supple, and I can already imagine my cock pushing into this tight, wet space, can already feel her pulse and spill around me. “Fuuuuuuck, you’re sweet.”
Don’t rush, I remind myself. Relish.
It’s easier than I imagine, because when I press my face against her body and stroke my tongue over the neatly tended space between her legs, her scent makes me high and her taste makes me hungry. I wet two fingers inside her, then make a vee and push them through her swollen folds, isolating her already ripe clit. Chloe moans and her back arches, pushing her hips into my hand.
I tilt my head back, rest my chin on her belly, and watch the pleasure tighten her gorgeous face. The moonlight glows across her skin as I tease out the bud of her sex by touch and gently, slowly, methodically manipulating until I slide back inside her every to wet my fingers again.
Her hips begin to move with me, demanding pressure and speed that I withhold. The higher she climbs, the harder she’ll fall. And I want her to fucking shatter—over and over and over again.
I lock my free arm around her hips to hold her still. Tease her with different touches, rocking my knuckles back and forth, pulling my hand away to draw whispering circles over the tip of the bud, sliding two fingers inside her and used my thumb to tease.
Her orgasm comes hard and sharp, her body jerks, and she swears like a sailor. My heart is in my throat. Bringing this woman so much pleasure after she’s been celibate for so long is a fucking honor.
Every cell in my body is humming with need, but I ease her thigh from my shoulder, push to my feet, and gather her into my arms, kissing her deep. I pick her up and crawl onto the bed, lay her down, and then sink onto her.
Her body beneath mine is sheer perfection. I never want to leave. When I lift my head and break the kiss, I find her eyes languid and dark. With her gaze on mine, her hands slide down my sides and push at the waistband of my boxer briefs. I lift my hips to allow her to push them down with her hands, then the rest of the way with her feet.
And now we’re fully skin to skin, eye to eye. Nothing has ever felt so fucking right. Except the idea of being inside her, which is all my body can think about. And that reminds me of a very unfortunate element in this scenario.
“What?” she says, always so in tune with my expressions. “What’s wrong?”
“I just realized my condoms are in my wallet and my wallet is in the back pocket of my pants and my pants are out on the deck, and I’d do just about anything not to leave this bed right now.”
“Well, you’re in luck.” She reaches toward the nightstand, takes the knob between her middle and forefingers, and pulls open the drawer. I push up enough to look in the small space, then grin and pull out not one, but a handful of condoms.
I meet her gaze deliberately, but I’m still smiling. “Do you have something to tell me?”
She’s grinning, and her eyes sparkle. “Only that KT and Laiyla were giving me a hard time about the whole celibacy thing and left them strewn across my bed as a joke.”
I drop all but one on the bed and rip open the package with my teeth. “I owe them big-time.”
I ease to my side, roll the condom on, and return to the vee between her legs. With any other woman, I’d be looking forward to finding pleasure so I could bail. But with Chloe, I can’t even imagine how I will ever get enough. And instead of rushing things along, I brace myself on my forearms, fingers in her wet hair, thumbs stroking her temples. Just looking at her. Feeling her. Being with her.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I murmur, even though it doesn’t begin to scratch the surface of how I feel about her. How she lights me up from the inside out. How she changes my priorities. How her happiness and safety have become my biggest concerns. There’s so much to say, so many things going on inside me, and I don’t want to spook her.
Her smile is soft when she reaches between us and palms my cock. “Less talk, more action, Wilde. I’m dying to feel you inside me.”
How the fuck did I get so lucky? In all honesty, I’d given up hope of ever getting this close to her months ago. “I love that idea.”
And since I waited so long for her, it’s only fair she wait a bit for me, so I take my sweet time, burying myself inside her one excruciating inch at a time, pulling fully out each time to stroke my wet cock through her folds and over her clit before pushing back inside her with a lot of teasing shallow quick strokes before I plunge deeper. She’s grown so slick, but she still gasps every time I surge deeper, and her pussy is a hot, wet, supple vise around my cock.
Chloe must have seen my brain slide sideways, because she rolls me to my back, not an easy feat in this small bed, and carefully takes the rest of me until I’m balls deep.
And I swear to God, every molecule in my body rearranges itself, leaving room for my heart to swell and my soul to expand. This is most definitely different.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” I grip her thighs hard, trying to find control, but she’s gloriously naked, on top of me and loving every minute of it. “Chloe,” I warn. “I won’t last…”
“You won’t have to.” She moves that wicked body of hers in ways that bend my brain and push my body to the limits. And by the time she’s on the edge of climax, I’m sure she’ll have bruises on her thighs tomorrow.
When she comes, her head drops back, and her hair skims my thighs. I move my hands to her hips and hold tight as I lift into her, finally finding release.
The orgasm is fiery and lasts for-fucking-ever, draining stress from every last cell in my body. And when I can finally see past the whiteout in my head, Chloe is lying on top of me, her head tucked beneath my chin, her hand sliding lazily up and down my arm.
My heart has to be thundering in her ear, and I’m still embedded deep inside her.
“Are you comfortable?” I ask. “Do you need to move?”