Page 98 of That Reunited Feeling

He tugs at my top lip, then my bottom, teasing them with his tongue and coaxing my mouth open like he’s about to savor the most delicious treat and wants to make it last.

Maybe he’s right. I sink deeper into him, my skin tingling all over, my center hot and wet, but prepared to wait now.

I find my way to the edge of the T-shirt under his button-down and slide my hands up and over his belly. His muscles shiver under my fingers, his breath growing heavier in my mouth.

“Christ, you taste good.” He glides his lips across my cheek and buries his face in my neck.

His hands are under my top, stroking my sides, my skin erupting in goosebumps in his fingers’ wake.

I rock against his hardness. The anticipation of there being no clothing between us is almost too much to bear.

He drags his tongue over my neck, sending a shiver down my side, at the same time his fingers find the edge of my bra. My nipples spike, desperate for some part of his bare skin to brush against them.

As if reading my mind, he whips my shirt over my head, reaches around to unhook my bra, and slides it off my shoulders.

“You are so fucking beautiful, Hannah,” he says before flipping me onto my back and dotting light kisses in circles around my breast, spiraling closer and closer to the nipple straining for his mouth.

When his tongue finds it, the whole world fades away. I push my fingers through his hair, writhing under him, as he sucks and licks and nibbles, sending me to a plane of pleasure I never knew existed.

What a night this has been. Performing with the Medicines in front of several thousand people, a protective hug that made me wet, and now I think I’m about to come just from having my nipple sucked.

And what’s the connection between all those things? Tom.

I want this man. I need this man. And there’s no way I’m going to come without him inside me this time.

I roll us back over and crouch above him, a hand on either side of his shoulders, my breasts drifting over his face. He takes one in each hand, massaging and thumbing my nipples.

“This is the best view so far.” His hands, his words, the sight of his lust-filled eyes, fan the fire of desire already flaming inside me.

His hands fall from me as I sit back on his thighs.

“Time for you to be topless too.” I push up his shirt and T-shirt, and he quickly finishes the job.

Holy hell, look at that chest. I knew it was magnificent when I saw it on the landing that morning. But now I get to touch it, to run my fingers over his broad pecs, into the valley between them, and back out toward the puckered nipples.

I lean down and take one of them in my mouth, move to the other, then plant a trail of kisses down his warm chest and belly until I meet the soft trail that disappears below his waistband.

It doesn’t take much work to finish undoing his jeans, and it takes him even less time to kick them off, along with his boxers. And now I’m straddling the prize, the long, thick, hard-as-a-diamond prize. It’s even more beautiful in the glow of the bedside lamp than it was in the moonlight of the back of the car.

“Are you just going to look at it?” he asks.

“I’m giving it the appreciation it deserves.” I stroke my fingers lightly up either side, over the velvety head, back down again and over his balls.

Tom’s eyelids drift shut. He sweeps his hair off his forehead and leaves his hands resting there, pleasure etched across his face.

I wrap my hand around his length and give a gentle pump. His eyes screw up tighter, and he groans. Another harder pump, and I dip my head to lick the tip. Pump and lick, pump and lick, pump and lick. I don’t stop until he twitches in my hand, his groans deepen, and he shows all the signs he’s about to blow.

“Hold on.” I crawl up his body. “I’m desperate to have you inside me. I need you there.”

“Then get the hell out of these.”

He grapples with my jeans, and I finish off the job and flop down beside him.

We’re both naked.

On his bed.

And suddenly I don't care if Louisa’s slept in it. Or if a thousand women have. I'm the only one here now, and that's the only thing that matters.

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