Page 81 of The Reborn

I spun and headed for the bedroom with her ass in my hands, and she dove for my mouth like a starving woman, her tongue sliding along mine as if she couldn’t get enough, her hands scraping the back of my skull.

I kicked the door open wide, then tossed her on the bed, loving how much the air smelled of her in there. I toed off my boots, watching how her choppy breaths made her breasts tremble.

I reached for my shirt. “Last chance to end this,” I warned.

“Not a chance.”

I smirked and yanked my shirt off, tossing it in the corner.

She clambered to her hands and knees, reaching for my jeans. “Let me.”

Jesus, who was this woman?

I went to the edge of the bed to let her have her way and she pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the center of my chest as she undid my button and zipper, shoving my jeans and boxer briefs down my hips to free my painfully hard cock.

She bit her bottom lip as she looked at me fully naked for the first time.

I wanted to rush her, but she was taking her sweet-ass time, looking me over. “Like what you see?” I asked, my voice gritty and low. Tortured.

“More than like,” she whispered, her fingertips whispering over one of my tattoos. “Turn around?”

Obeying, I spun so she could see the ink on my back. The breath rushed out of me when I felt her on her knees, her breasts crushed to my back as she wrapped herself around me.

“You really are beautiful,” she said, her voice soft in my ear. “I can’t believe you’re here.”

I turned my head so our lips could meet. “I think that’s supposed to be my line.” I intertwined her little fingers with mine at my chest as we continued to make out with her front to my back for several long minutes, our only foreplay being our lips and teeth and tongues and her soft moans.

The air was heavy with her wildflower scent and her growing arousal. The only light was a small night-light in her adjoining bathroom, so we were shadows in the mirror to the side of her bed, but it was enough to make out the outline of our bodies and my jutting erection.

I slid our joined hands down my abdomen to my aching cock, fisting myself with both our palms and pumping. Slowly at first, then with a bit more pressure and speed.

She moaned into my mouth, her hand taking over more of the work as our kiss turned more passionate and urgent. Fuck, she felt good.

I did not want to come like this, not the first time, so I drew back and spun around to find swollen lips and lust-drunk eyes. A sight I could get used to for the rest of my life.

“On your back,” I gently commanded.

She lay back on top of the fluffy down comforter and stared up at me with wide, trusting eyes that gutted me. What had I done to deserve that? Not enough, but I wanted to be worthy. So bad.

I hooked a finger inside her panties and slid them down her legs, finding her neatly trimmed, not shaved bare, which was so fucking sexy to me. “I don’t know if I can be gentle,” I warned.

“Who needs gentle when you promised screaming until I was hoarse?” She bent one leg and let her knee fall to the side, giving me a glimpse of her glistening pink perfection. “Or was that all talk?”

Oh, I was done fucking talking.

I grabbed her ankles and yanked her until her ass was on the edge of the bed, then I fell to my knees between her legs, hooking her thighs over my shoulders as I dove into her, making her cry out in surprise.

I buried my tongue deep before I let myself lick and suck and twirl the tip of my tongue around the tight bud of her clit. She was the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted and I was only getting started.

Her hand found its way into my hair as her hips began to grind against my face, her gasping moans becoming louder and more urgent.

I slowed down to draw my tongue bottom to top in a leisurely slide before I pumped two fingers into her, mimicking what I wanted to do with my body.

Her hips trembled as she tried to take more of me, urge me to go faster. “Please...” She was breathy. I could tell she was close. “Justin...”

It was my name, but it wasn’t screaming.

I stopped and drew away, kissing her thigh before licking my fingers clean.

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