Page 145 of Breathe Again

I dropped back to my elbows on the bed. I loved this. If I had to choose between his mouth and his cock for the rest of my life, it would be his cock, but it would be a tough sell.

He pinched the flesh of my inner thighs, then kissed where he’d pinched, making his way closer to where I needed him. He ignored my clit and suckled the puffy lips.

I spread my legs wider, the pleasure making me forget, making me wanton. He pulled the tender flesh into his mouth. I moaned, reached to touch his hair, the feel of him there, his beautiful mouth latched onto my pussy, delighted my mind. He pulled back an inch, then licked me hard and slow from my opening to my clit where he closed his lips around it, sucked lightly, and I flew. Body arching off the bed, his name on my lips, my hands in his hair, holding him to me in that moment where I lost my mind; lost my mind and found my peace.

Before I fully came back down he was on me. Shifting me up the bed, my taste on his lips, his hand pressing my thigh high and wide, driving into me, his tongue keeping time with his hips.

I could feel his desperation, sense his worship, absorb his pain. I devoured his mouth as he powered up, rocking inside me harder and harder until he began to lose his rhythm and stuttered to a stop, groaning down my throat. Two more sharp thrusts, he broke our kiss, tucked his face into my throat, his fingers digging hard into my flesh holding me where he wanted me, and spilled himself inside me.

Oh, God, this man.

Mine.

He kissed me softly and my lips clung to his. I didn’t want him to pull away from me yet. I didn’t want the freedom to end.

“Mara, lie on top of me baby. I don’t want to crush you.”

I lost him inside me when he rolled to his back, but his hands didn’t stop moving over me, his long arm swept me up to lie across his chest and he clamped his hand around my hip. His claiming place.

“You with me still?”

I stiffened. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t retreat into your head. Stay here with me.”

He kissed my forehead and I relaxed against him.

“That’s it, my baby,” he ran his hands over me. “Don’t leave me just yet. I missed you so damn much. I love you more than life. You have to know that.”

I curled my arms around his shoulders and hugged him close to me.

“Do you know that?”

“Sometimes.”

“Do you know it right now?”

“Yes,” I sighed. I did, in that moment nothing could be clearer. “I do. I could cry, it's so sweet.”

“It’s always there. Just because you can’t see it or feel it all the time, doesn’t mean it’s not there.”

“It’s not fun in my brain, Zee.”

“I know, gorgeous.” He paused. “Actually, I don’t know. I don’t experience life the way you do. You’ll need to be patient with me, teach me how you see things, let me in so I can correct your assumptions about me. Can you do that?”

We’d been talking about that in therapy, my misconceptions and perceptions being different from his.

“I can do that.”

He squeezed me. “Good. Now, let’s go to the bathroom and wash up for sleep.”

I went to move away when he pulled me back, tipping my chin back to look at me. “Thank you.”

“What for?”

“Letting me love you.”

I gave him a sad half smile. “Your love is all I’ve ever wanted.”

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