Page 157 of Breathe Again

“Ah, you like that.”

“Zee,” I breathed his name.

“Put your arms up around my neck and give me your mouth.”

I obediently wrapped my arms around him and tilted my head back for his kiss. He covered my lips gently while his fingers worked their magic between my legs, stroking, circling, dipping in, rolling.

My thighs began to tremble. I moaned softly into his mouth, and he covered my mouth firmly, touching me now in every spot except the one spot I needed him. I twisted my hips, trying to get his fingers where I wanted them.

“You there?” He spoke against my lips.

“Yes,” I breathed.

He locked his arm around my back and brushed the pad of his finger gently over the spot I most needed it, rolling and gently pressing.

I bucked against his body once, my neck arched back, his hand came up fisting my hair, bringing my mouth to his, and I came on a long, delicious moan.

He chuckled against my lips. “I love you, but you can’t be quiet worth shit.”

He kissed my smiling mouth, then spun me quickly toward the counter tugging his t-shirt over his head and dropping it to the floor.

“Hang on.” He whipped my shorts and panties down over my thighs. I felt the hairs of his legs against the backs of mine. Delicious. “Tilt for me, gorgeous.”

I tilted and he filled me, his hands on my hips as he slowly, methodically, fucked me.

“Look at me, Mara.”

I looked at his reflection in the mirror, his face intense, his dilated pupils making his chocolate eyes black, his big chest looming over my back. He rubbed and squeezed my backside as he continued to pump inside me. He was beautiful.

“This.” He circled his palms firmly on my ass. “This.” He grasped my hips. “This.” He reached under and stroked my tender, swollen flesh. “These.” His voice roughened as he palmed both of my breasts over my tee, his face going darker. “All that is you is all that I want. You got that?”

I nodded, breathless and speechless.

“Good. You ready to take me now?”

“Yes,” I nodded quickly, breathlessly.

“Hang on.”

His hands went back to my hips, his eyes to my ass, and he drove in hard, pulled almost completely out and drove in again, knocking me toward the counter. He let go of one hip, grasped my shoulder to hold me in place, and let go.

My head dropped forward, overwhelmed by all that he had said, and all that he was doing. I gasped in surprise; it was building fast. I spasmed.

“Yes, Mara, give it to me again,” he growled soft and low.

He released my hip, reached around and softly brushed across my clit, then once again. I let out a whimper as it overcame me, my arms braced against the counter shaking. His rhythm stuttered. He slammed into me again, and then stilled, his body bowing over mine, his seed spilling into me.

I rested my forehead right down onto the counter.

He dropped tender kisses down the line of my spine as he slowly withdrew from my body. After his last kiss, he rose and slapped me sharply on the ass. My head shot up, meeting his gaze in the mirror and his eyes crinkled at me.

“Can we go to the beach now?”

I laughed; I couldn’t help it. He was ridiculous, I was ridiculous, and he gave me exactly what I needed.

“Yes, okay, we can go to the beach.”

We had an amazing day.

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