Page 124 of Quiet Longing

I scraped my nails lightly through his hair. Rhys tongued my nipple then moved across to the other, heightening the pleasure of his cock thrusting inside me. At that moment, I felt completely and lovingly consumed by him, and there was no greater feeling.

My hands explored his shoulders, his muscles tensing and bunching. I wanted him to come, wanted to feel him collapse his delicious weight on top of me when he was spent.

“Are you close?” I asked, my mouth at his ear, and he groaned once more, nodding and fucking me in hard, sharp thrusts. A moment later, I felt his heat between my thighs, his lips finding mine as he came, muffled, barely decipherable swearwords trailing out of him before he did just as I’d hoped and collapsed on top of me.

I closed my eyes, feeling exquisitely surrounded and weighed down by his warm, large, heavy body.

33.

Rhys

I made a move to climb off Charli, but she spread her palms out on my lower spine, holding me in place.

“Stay,” she pleaded, her voice choppy as she fought to catch her breath.

“I don’t want to crush you,” I murmured fondly.

“You won’t,” she responded quickly. “I like it.”

This had a curious smile shaping my lips. “You do?”

“Yeessss,” she breathed as though in intense pleasure. “It feels so good. Like a weighted blanket but with muscles.”

My smile deepened. “You’re being odd.”

“I don’t care, just stay where you are.”

“Okay, but … if I stay like this, then I can’t make you come, which only seems fair.”

This gave her pause, and my amusement increased. “Right, well, you can, um, do that in a minute. Just let me enjoy this for now.”

“As you wish,” I replied, placing a tender kiss on her temple before allowing my full weight to press down on her. She sighed like it was the most pleasurable thing she’d ever experienced. I didn’t think there was anything that could make me fonder of her. I’d never had a lover ask me to lay my weight on top of them after sex. I had a suspicion Charli wasn’t even sure why she liked it. Maybe it was the closeness, the feeling of complete connection. Whatever the reason, I wasn’t complaining, not when her perfect, plump breasts were smashed against me.

I was still getting my head around how quickly it all had happened. When she’d turned up on my doorstep two hours ago, I certainly hadn’t expected us to end up in bed. Yes, I’d gonedown on her last night, but that had been an impulsive decision. A little treat just for her. Well, okay, for me, too. I’d hardly been able to keep my eyes off her all through dinner, and by the time we were alone together, my willpower snapped.

She stretched out beneath me, her sinfully curvy body mine to please, and my heart felt like it might beat right out of my chest. Oh yeah, when Charli finally decided she was done with me and ready to move on, it was going to smart like a motherfucker. But I couldn’t seem to bring myself to worry about that right then. She’d told me it wasn’t possible for her to regret sleeping with me, and that went both ways because I would never regret her no matter how much it fucked me up in the end.

Pain I could deal with. I’d survived my fair share over the years and come out the other end stronger.

Speaking of survival, seeing her naked had been a struggle. The scars I knew her scumbag ex-husband had left on her had me fighting against out and out fury. I’d almost lost myself to rage, but I’d managed to get past it. Besides, Piotr had gotten back to me with some very interesting information about Jesse Miller. I’d been formulating ideas on how to punish the motherfucker for ever laying a hand on Charli, but it appeared punishment might already be headed his way, and it was all his own doing.

Still, I felt restless like it wasn’t enough. A part of me wanted to stare into the bastard’s eyes and make him pay in person. But Charli didn’t want me stirring up trouble, I knew that, and if everything went in the direction it was currently heading, nothing would touch her. She’d finally be able to rest easy knowing he was truly out of her life for good.

I rested my face in the crook of her neck, nuzzling her earlobe, and a little moan escaped her. “Rhys,” she breathed.

“Hmm?” I inhaled the scent of her skin mixed with her usual coconuts, almonds, and honey. I didn’t think I’d ever get enough of her unique perfume.

“I … I think I might be ready for that next bit now,” she ventured sheepishly.

My mouth curled in a smirk as I decided to tease her and play dumb. “Oh?”

“Um,you know.”

I lifted my head, my smirk intensifying. “Don’t get shy on me now, baby.”

“Rhys,” she whined, and I chuckled low.

“Okay, relax, I got you.”

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