Page 56 of The Southern Thirst Trap

“Don’t scare me while you touch me like that,” I joke, my words becoming a sigh as he rolls my nipples until they’re hard peaks.

“You’re a very dangerous woman, Lowe. You make me want to do and say all sorts of things that would scare the shit out of us both.”

“Like what?” I ask, breathless as his touch roams my skin, his lips and tongue joining between words. It’s been so long since I’ve been touched like this, every nerve ending is craving the attention, needing, and wanting. I lean back on my elbows, shivering under his skilled touch that still knows my body so well as he travels lower.

“I was serious earlier—about babies. How many do you want?” I look down at him as he reaches the apex of my thighs, kneeling on the ground as my legs hang over the edge of the bed, the question asked against my sensitive folds. I thought he was kidding, but, maybe incredulously, he was being honest. He holds my gaze as his tongue parts me and he laps against my center, licking all the way to my clit and we both shudder with the contact, him groaning and me whimpering.

“More,” I answer, to both his question and his action. More of his gray-eyed babies and more of his damn skilled tongue.

“Sweeter than I even remembered. Still so responsive and fucking dripping for me. Such a good girl.” He slips a finger inside of me. “Just one more?” he asks, stroking too gently to get me there and smiling wickedly because he knows it.

“Another,” I pant, my hips rolling, looking for more friction from him.

“Two more.” He slips a second finger inside and strokes against my spot with the speed and pressure he knows I like best. My head rolls and I pant. He breathes against my clit but doesn't give me what he knows I want, playing with me.

I grab his hair and pull hard. “More,” I demand, throwing my own head back and rocking my hips against his hand, chasing what I need.

“Fine, more babies it is.” He stops talking and drops his mouth to my clit, doing something sinful with his lips and tongue at the same time he presses hard against the spot inside, sending me over the edge. I lose my mind, my hips bucking up against his face, and my screams echoing around the large room. He strokes me as my release continues, letting me ride his face and fingers until I’m spent and breathless, delirious with the heady relief that only he can provide.

Tears have tracked down my cheeks again. It’s been so long since someone has touched me, made me come, I've forgotten how good it can feel, and I’m surprised that Zander remembers my body so well to elicit this kind of response so easily.

He stands and removes his boxer-briefs in a fluid movement and I marvel at the electric beauty of him, the impressive length and girth he strokes now as he looks down at me sprawled at the end of his bed, feeling satisfied and still wanting more.

“You make me crazy with how good you taste, Lowe. The sounds you make are heaven. You feel so good, everywhere I touch. How do you get better every time I have my hands on you? I can’t get enough.” He roughly yanks open a drawer on his nightstand and pulls out a condom, ripping the foil and rolling it down his cock. “Tell me when we can start making more babies and I can fill you with my cum again.”

I scoot away from him and up the bed. “You’re talking a lot about babies tonight. Give it some time. Let’s see how you do with Hendricks first. And with me. Now come fuck me, it’s been too long for me and I don't remember what it’s like.”

He kneels on the bed and crawls up my body, his eyes intense as he takes in every bit of me. “How long has it been, Lowe?” He pulls my arms above me and holds my wrists together in one of his fists. The possessive, jealous note in his tone is an obvious double standard given his own fuckboy ways and the myriad of women he has taken to bed.

“You were the last, Zander,” I whisper as he hovers above me, with his face so close to mine we’re breathing the same air.

His face goes even more possessive, though a tender look passes through his storm cloud eyes, filling them with a mercurial gleam in the moonlit room. He lets go of my wrists to stroke my cheek. “You’ve always been mine, even when you hated me.”

He notches himself at my entrance and pushes in agonizingly slow. My pussy is wet, but still having to stretch to fit him and I moan, arching my back at the near intrusion. He pulls out a bit and can slide in easier this time, and we both groan in satisfaction. I place my hand on Zander’s face and stare into his eyes, which look so much like my beautiful son’s. He deserves to know my reasons.

“It’s why I had the baby. I wouldn’t erase that one little piece of you I was able to keep when you shut me out. I didn’t want to lose my forever with you, even if I couldn’t haveyou.”

“Fuck, Lowe.” He drops his face to my neck, his arms encircling my back and pulling me tight to his body. “You have me now, forever.”

He rises to his knees and pulls me up with him, so I’m straddling his lap, and kisses me like he’s starving. Like I’m air and he’s drowning. Like he can't get enough of me. This isn’t just a joining of our bodies after years apart, I realize, it’s a homecoming. Zander still feels likehome, and being in his arms, our bodies fitting tightly together, has the same feeling of home I felt years ago with him in the Maldives. I blink in recognition and look into his eyes, seeing that same spark of awareness, that same kindling of home that flares brightly for him as well. I kiss him again, never wanting this feeling to end.

I can feel the elusive orgasm building slowly as my hips rock, his hands moving me just right. I push a hand into his hair, the other grips his back, nails sinking into the muscle and holding tight as I ride him hard, pushing the spiraling tension to a breaking point, my whimpers caught by his kisses. I tip my head back, hair tumbling behind me, breathing hard, loving how he feels, and how we move together.

He lowers his mouth to my neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive spot below my ear, sending a jolt of electricity through me that pushes me over the edge. I scream in ecstasy, lightning flashing behind my eyelids as the storm breaks outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse. A boom of thunder rattles the panes of glass, joining in my cries of pure delirium as Zander keeps our bodies moving throughout my release. Rain pelts the glass in torrents now, turning the room darker, shadows swimming around us.

I start to laugh as my trembling muscles finally release me from the deluge of bliss he wrung from my body. I collapse against him, curling into his arms, and let him hold me as I get my breathing under control. “Now I remember what fucking you is like. Holy hell, Zander.”

“I’m not done with you, Lowe,” he growls. "Get on your knees and give me that delectable ass so I can watch my cock destroy your pussy from behind.”

I shiver in anticipation and look up, catching the commanding look on his face, and smile back at him. “Make me,” I purr, running a nail down his cheek. Another crack of lightning flashes, lighting up his smoldering gray eyes that take my challenge.

“There’s the little Wildcat I remember.” With a swift movement, he picks me up and roughly turns me in his arms, pinning my back to his front and clasping his hand around my throat, squeezing gently as I gasp, sending my heart racing and pulling a smile up at the corners of my mouth. Thunder booms, sending the beat of his heart skipping against my back.

“This smart mouth has always been my fucking favorite,” he growls against my face. “You miss it a little rougher, baby? You want me to punish this pretty little cunt that’s been waiting so patiently for my cock?” He moves the hand he has banded around my waist to grip between my legs. “I’ll make you take every inch of me and see what that mouth says after I teach you a lesson.”

He lets go of my throat and I take a deep breath that turns into a squeak as he bends me over and pushes my chest into the bed, keeping one heavy hand on my hip. He knocks my knees wider with his leg and pushes into me roughly. I groan, hands fisting the duvet, back arching as I push back against him, meeting the punishing thrusts he’s started.

“That’s it?” I goad. “I thought you were going to teach me a lesson about my smart mouth.”

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