Page 58 of When I Had You

“No, the truth is in there. I just hate that you already know it.”

I work on the clasp at the back of her bra, popping it. “Hate is the opposite of love. Is that what it’s going to be with us? Love or hate with no in-between?”

Peeling the straps from her arms, I watch the bra slide off her body to the floor. “Seems that way.”

She steps back again, standing before me like a present I don’t deserve. As she slides her jeans down, there’s no shy girl left, only a confident woman before me. She even pulls the lace wrapped around her hips down with the denim.

Placing her hand against me, she steps out of them and looks up at me. “Breathe.”

I release a heavy breath that had been trapped in my chest. I’m never nervous about sex. It’s second nature to me, but with her, this feels like more than two people enjoying each other’s company. I touch her neck and bend to kiss the same spot. “You stole it.”

“Turnabout is fair play.”

Bringing her against me and feeling the heat of our bodies surging through the shared connection, I say, “It sure is,” then kiss her. Deep. Tangling tongues. Kneading her tits until a moan is solicited.

She pulls back to slip my jeans down the rest of the way, my boxer briefs coming with them. Her eyes cover my body before she wraps around me, shamelessly teasing my cock with her body.

Getting a good handful of that beautiful ass of hers, I ask, “Now that you have a new phone, what are you going to hold against me this time?”

“It’s not what I’m holding to you but you’re holding to me that I’ll remember most.”

“Trust me, sweetheart, this won’t be what you remember most about tonight.”

“Prove it.”

I lift her and toss her on the mattress. Coming around, she’s lost in laughter when I climb on next to her. That quietens her real quick. She reaches out for me, her fingers running along the hills of my bicep and higher as I go lower. Spreading her legs, I settle between them and kiss her lower belly. Her lips call to me with the smoothest skin and sweetest scent. I dip my tongue between them and taste her for the first time.

When she reaches so the tips of her fingers scroll over my shoulders, I look up and whisper, “I’m going to make you feel so good.” I slide my hand over her belly and between her tits. “Lie back for me like a good girl.”

Her head falls to the pillow, and her hands rest on the cover that she fists her fingers around. I kiss her inner thigh and say, “Relax, baby, okay?”

“Okay,” she says, her voice coated in staggering breaths.

Lifting her leg up by the knee, I position it over my shoulder so I can go deep for her. I don’t tease. I go right in with my tongue, then lick the length of her entrance and suck her clit. She bucks beneath me, so I reach up and hold one of her hands to the bed. She holds tighter to it as I do another round. But it’s when I dip two fingers in and slowly drag them out again that her body lifts, her back arching, her moans begging for more.

I kiss her sweet bud and fuck her with my fingers until she’s pulling my hair. “Cash. Pleasesse.” The words are dragged from a carnal yearning that taints her voice with desperation.

Please is my weakness, like she is. I suck harder, flick faster, and pump quicker until I feel the tremors quaking her body and taste all of her as she comes on my mouth.

When she sinks into the mattress, all fight gone, I move higher, anchoring my hands on either side of her head before lowering to kiss her just as deep as I did her entrance. The heat of her hands warm everywhere she touches as her arms come around me, and she kisses me with just as much fervor.

I break away and pull a condom from the nightstand drawer. The peaks of her nipples are on display against the pinkish areola, tempting me back to her. I kiss one and then the other, leaving each with a swirl of my tongue before rolling to my side to put the condom on.

Glancing at her, I ask, “How do you feel?”

“Free.” She smiles, stretching her arms above her head. “I don’t have a better word to describe it.”

“You don’t need a better word. I get it.” I settle back between her legs, this time positioning my dick instead. Kissing her, I bend toward her ear and whisper, “You know what’s better than free? Coming together. I want you to come with me, baby. You understand?”

I kiss her cheek as she nods, and when I reach her lips, I kiss her and push in. Her mouth opens, and she sucks in a breath, followed by a calming moan. “Oh wow.” The words slip from her lips.

The heat.

The way she stretches for me.

The hold she has.

I’m consumed by her. Obsessed with her. “So tight, baby.”

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