Page 57 of Rainstorm

“Where exactly do you want me to touch you?” I murmured teasingly.

“There, touch me there, Chase. I need you right there.”

My fingers splayed her wide, revealing her secrets to my greedy eyes as my mouth watered for a taste of her.

I pursed my lips, leaning down to blow over her sensitive bundle, making her squirm.

“Enough teasing, Holland. Give me more, give me everything you’ve got.”

So I did.

My mouth got lost between her legs, claiming her with a long slow kiss.

“More, I need more,” she groaned, her hands gripping my head, her body riding my face as she chased her pleasure, while my cock got even harder, if that was possible.

Because of her.

Because of the way this incredible woman made me feel.

She was about to fall over the edge, but I wanted her to come around my bare cock.

With nothing between us.

As if she could read my mind, she whispered, “I’m on the pill, we’re safe. Just take me.”

“Roselynn...” My murmur was a plea. Adoration for the goddess.

She looped her arms around my neck, engulfing me in her embrace as my body got lost in hers, my entire being seeking the calm inside the storm around us.

Her wet, warm walls hugged mine perfectly.

She was made for me.

Every thrust rewarded with a roll of her hips, her body matching my movements.

My name a litany from her mouth while our bodies surfed the billowing waves.

I wasn’t fucking her. I was making sweet, perfect love with her. Consuming her, my lips worshipping the perfection of her skin, her neck, her breasts.

Her mouth.

Roselynn begged for more, and at the same time, she gave me all of herself, leaving her mark on my bare skin as she dug her nails in, imprinting herself on my soul.

I was ready to make promises.

Eager to make them.

But it wasn’t the time.

Not yet.

I needed to build first, to cement the foundation.

Because she was my home.

And I wanted my home built on solid rock.

“Fuck, you’re ruining me,” she exclaimed between pants.

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