Page 45 of In Too Deep

Tori sniffs, rolling her eyes. I straighten as understanding dawns. My shirt hangs open as I stride toward her, and she holds her ground, not moving until there’s less than a foot separating us. She smells amazing, her conditioner complimenting her floral scent, the sugary sweet undertones growing stronger by the second.

“Were you jealous, sugar?” I breathe, afraid to speak louder.

Scoffing, she doesn’t say a word to deny it. A deeply male part of me sings as her silence confirms my suspicions, my cock twitching. All I’ve wanted is for Tori to want me even half as much as I want her, and her jealousy is proof that she at least cares enough to not want another woman to touch me.

To be desired by this woman is my life’s purpose, and I’ve been waiting for her to make the first move. But I can’t stand the idea of her thinking she isn’t the most important thing in the entire universe to me.

“Did you think that I wasn’t aching for you to be at my side every microsecond we were apart?” I purr, reaching up to wipe a drop of water from her cheekbone.

I can feel her shiver as I trail my finger back to trace the shell of her delicate ear and down the line of her throat. My heartkicks, my cock throbbing in time with my pulse. I don’t know if I’ve ever wanted anyone as much as I want Tori right now. Her eyes are wide, her left iris slightly darker than the right around her expanding pupils.

“You are the only omega, the only woman, I desire around me. Do you know what you do to me? How crazy you make me?” I breathe out as I search her expression.

She shakes her head, and I trail my finger down her arm until I reach her wrist, taking it gently and giving her plenty of time to pull away or stop me. But she maintains perfect eye contact as I bring her hand to my groin, pressing her palm against the soft fabric covering my dick. She gasps at the first brush, and it makes my shaft twitch under her fingers.

“You make me this way, sugar. You thoroughly bewitch me,” I mutter, an edge of desperation to my words.

Time slows for a moment, and her eyes flick to my lips and back up, her breath catching in her throat. Before I can think or change my mind, I wrap my hands around her jaw and pull her up into a searing kiss.

Her taste is everything I remember and so much more. Home, safety, belonging, warmth, desire, love. And she returns my passion with equal enthusiasm, throwing her arms around my neck and pressing her naked body against me. I drop my hands to her hips, gripping them tight as I moan into her mouth once our tongues touch.

I stumble backwards into the wall beside the bathroom door when she walks us backward. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I growl low in my throat and bite her lower lip. She whimpers but allows me to spin us, crashing into nearly every piece of furniture and wall on the way to the bed. As I lift her off her feet and toss her back onto the bed, she squeals, then I strip out of my pants, undershirt, and boxers faster than I’ve ever stripped before.

Tori runs her hands down her sides and back up as I prowl across the comforter toward her, a low, possessive growl making my chest vibrate. She gasps as I grab her ankle and yank her hard until her pussy is under my face, moaning low when I grab the backs of her thighs and push them toward her chest, leaving her glistening slit open for me to admire. Her muscles flutter, a drop of nectar sliding free. I won’t allow a molecule of her to go unsavored, so I bend to lick a wide stripe up her core to catch it. Tori exhales a curse, her hands slapping to the mattress and gathering fistfuls of fabric.

She’s sweet and juicy and absolutely perfect. I dive back in, hooking my arms around her hips to keep her from squirming away as I attack her clit and entrance with my tongue. Her back arches off the bed, and I moan against her, holding her tighter so she can’t escape the pleasure. As she tries to roll, twisting around, I just follow her, putting her on her stomach with me beneath her, all the while eating her cunt like it’s my last meal. One of her hands comes down to my head, grabbing my curls in a fist and rolling her hips to ride my face. She doesn’t have to speak, the pitch of her moans enough to tell me she’s close. I can feel myself going lightheaded the longer I go without breathing, but I’ll gladly suffocate between Tori’s thighs if it means she climaxes.

I feel the moment she shatters, her thighs clamping hard around my ears for a moment as she arcs backward and moans out my name, rising onto her knees as she lays backward. Focusing my attention on her clit, I don’t slow until she’s whimpering and trying to push me away. Only then do I ease off, shifting my grip to lift her off my jaw and set her across my hips, my cock nestled along the crack of her ass.

“You look stunning, sugar. I love it when you scream my name,” I praise, sitting up slightly to focus on her.

She nods, a little cum-drunk but smiling. I gather her in my arms, pulling her down over me properly and kissing her again, though a little gentler this time. I still have her essence smeared across my lips, and she sighs as she tastes herself on my tongue. Running my hands up her back, I tangle my fingers in her wet hair to hold her for as long as I can. My cock is aching and dripping pre-cum, but I won’t take this any further unless Tori agrees.

I gasp into our kiss as Tori rolls her hips, the lips of her pussy brushing up and down my length, spreading her juices all over me. Moaning and whimpering, I try my best to stay still and not tilt my hips. She feels incredible, the tease of her coarse hair and silky-smooth folds a heady combination that leaves me panting.

“You make me so wet, BlackJack. Can you feel it?” Tori mutters into our kiss.

Nodding vigorously, my hands go to her ass to assist her movements. She pauses at the tip, wiggling her hips and teasing me with her entrance before sliding back down my throbbing shaft. I swallow another whimper, my head tipping back as I struggle to hold on to my control. She does things to me no one else ever has, and I can practically see the desire floating around us like a haze.

“Fuck, Tori. You...you feel so fucking good. Please, please let me fuck you,” I whimper, not even the slightest bit concerned about my ego.

Tori pauses, lifting slightly to look into my face, and I freeze, terrified that I’ve done something wrong. I don’t look away, even as I feel her hand moving between us, taking the base of my cock in her grip and holding it steady. Her eyes are like jewels, bright and glowing with lust as she finally slots my tip between her folds.

There’s another pause, and I feel the magnitude of the moment without her needing to speak. We’ve come so far inrebuilding our trust, and this is a line we can’t uncross. There’s trepidation in her gaze, like she wants to do this, but fear is making her think twice.

“I’m sorry I made you feel rejected tonight. But I’ve never stopped wanting you, Victoria. Not for a single second since I left,” I whisper, brushing back some of her hair and cupping the back of her head.

Her smile is watery, but the relief in her face is monumental, morphing into pure, unadulterated pleasure as she sinks down the length of my cock, stopping once she’s fully seated over me. My vision whites out for a moment as her warmth engulfs me, and I drag in shaky breaths, trying not to blow before she’s even moved.

When she finally rolls her hips, not quite rising but just circling on my pelvis, I groan, my hands gripping her hips as she sits up. My knot is swelling inside of her, a new and earth-shattering sensation that I never want to end. Tori moans as she grinds her clit into me, head thrown back as she seeks her next release.

“That’s it, sugar. Fucking use me. Ride me like you own me.” I’m trying to stay still, but struggling to keep my hips on the bed.

I don’t tell her that she’s had my heart and soul in her hands since the moment I laid eyes on her.

It doesn’t take long before she starts bouncing, partially arched back to hit a better angle. I bring my hand around so my thumb can strum her clit, my hips lifting to meet her downstrokes. Her moans are music, her sighs the melody. I can’t stop the groans and whines spilling from my throat as we build into a frenzy.

“Spencer,” she whimpers, a desperate edge to her voice that makes me sit up and take notice.

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