Page 85 of Undeniable

I tugged the bottom of my T-shirt, whipped it over my head, and the action prompted the desired reaction. James closed his eyes and he tossed his head back momentarily. And when he looked back at me, his blue eyes were flaming with new purpose.

And in the next second, he was on me.

His lips blazed a path over my jaw and down my neck as he easily unclasped my bra and tossed it across the room. Once again, his eyes devoured my exposed skin before his lips did the same.

He kissed over my collarbone and over the curve of each breast before he latched on to one of my sensitive nipples and sucked it hard into his mouth. My back arched, and I rolled my hips up into him. My search for some type of relief had me grinding on the outline of his hard cock. It was straining against the material of his jeans and I was so eager to feel him moving inside of me that I ground against it over and over again.

He hummed in approval against my breast as he lathered it with attention.

My hand wedged between our bodies, and I found his belt. Loosening it with shaking hands, I tried to pry the button open. My shaking had nothing to do with nerves or hesitance and everything to do with anticipation. Years in the making, each touch and kiss was like nothing I’d ever experienced before.

I won my fight with the button, and he gasped against me as my hand wrapped around his length.

He was hard and thick against my palm and I stroked him the way I remembered he liked—hard and with an unforgiving grip.

His hands were pressed into the bed at either side of my head, and he mumbled a low “fuck” under his breath.

His eyes closed against the pleasure and I smiled at the mutual effect we had on one another. The connection was still there. It had been dormant for so long, but it was flaring alive between us once again.

In one swift motion, he rose and ripped my leggings off. A reverent hand traveled down my body, between my breasts and over my stomach. Then he dropped to his knees on the floor in front of me.

Warm hands pressed on my inner thighs and urged my legs wider. Starting at my knee, he kissed his way down one leg until he reached the bend in my hip, only to mirror the action on the other side.

He was such a fucking tease. And when he lifted his head like he was going to start it all over again, I groaned and tried to move my hips.

“So eager,” he murmured and pressed a soft kiss against my pussy that wasn’t nearly satisfying enough. “I never thought I’d be here again,” he added with another kiss. “But my favorite place is still between your legs.”

Another chaste kiss and I let out a frustrated moan. “Stop teasing and show me,” I panted. But the words died on my tongue as he licked me thoroughly from bottom to top and circled his tongue around my clit.

He moaned at the first taste of me, and he pressed my legs even farther apart with an unforgiving hand on each of my inner thighs. He circled my throbbing clit over and over again, then licked lower, spearing his tongue inside of me.

Sounds I didn’t know I was capable of were tumbling from my mouth as I shamelessly rode his face. One hand gripped the blankets beneath me while the other tangled in his still-damp hair.

The moment I tugged the strands, he groaned against me and the vibrations only ratcheted my desire higher. He was so thorough yet nearly feral with lust and desire. He didn’t leave an inch of me untouched or untasted.

One of his hands moved from my thigh and he immediately speared two fingers inside of me. He curled them upward, stroking carefully against my inner wall, and I clamped down around them.God, he was so good. But it wasn’t just his skill that made me buckle under his touch and cry out every time he licked, sucked, or moved. It was the fact that it was James Larson. It was James that was pulling pleasure from my body that I hadn’t felt since he’d last touched me.

And when he moaned, sucking my clit hard, it was exactly what I needed to fly over the edge. I clenched around his two fingers and let the orgasm wash over me.

The grip I had on his hair had to be painful, but he didn’t seem bothered as he doubled down on his efforts and licked me harder. His fingers brushed against that perfect spot inside of me as I cried his name out into the silent room and between a string of curses.

By the time I settled back onto the bed, I was deliriously content and almost sated.

But when he stood from where he’d kneeled in front of me, shirtless, with hooded eyes and his hair disheveled, he slid the two fingers that were inside of me in his mouth, and my entire body shuddered. I immediately needed more.

I sat up and ran a hand over the shallow indentations of his abdominal muscles and the planes of his chest. His broad shoulders were more relaxed than I’d seen them in years. Like he felt the same relief I did, being able to touch each other again. Feeling it all click back into place—where it should have always been.

I tugged his jeans down his hips and then did the same with his black briefs.

His cock waspretty.The length, the girth, it was all perfect. As was the bead of precum collecting at his engorged tip, which I eagerly lapped up with my tongue. I reveled in the salty taste, humming to myself while I circled my hand at the base of his cock. My mouth suctioned over the head, and I hollowed my cheeks for a moment.

Then I tilted to thoroughly lick the underside, running the length of a throbbing vein and enjoying the low groan that clawed up his throat.

I took him back into my mouth as far as I could until my gag reflex was screaming at me to stop. I began a steady pace, twisting my hand around his shaft in tandem with the rhythm my mouth set. I loved the way I struggled to fit his entire length. And I loved, even more, the way he cursed and yanked my hair every time I did.

He yanked my head back, and my eyes connected with his.

“Fuck, I missed your mouth.”

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