Page 74 of Breathe Again

He pulled back and stroked back in slowly, once, twice, her head tossed back on the pillow, throat exposed to his hungry mouth, the heat too much and not quite enough, eyes shut tight, fingers digginginto his ass, her thighs high and wide around his hips, lost in sensation and climbing higher.

He pulled out abruptly and she cried out in shock and dismay at the loss. By the time she refocused he was shoulders deep between her thighs and he covered her with his mouth and devoured her with his kiss. Tongue and lips and teeth nibbling gently and then sucking her clit deeply into his mouth. Two fingers pushed in, pumped twice, and he groaned as she came all over his face with a harsh gasp, her body bowed up with the strain, and he licked her clean.

Coming down, slowly, aftershocks racking her womb, he held her close beside him. She pressed her body close, moaning still, needing to be filled.

“Shh, shh…” He stroked her side, her hip, her back, brought her slowly back to cognizance. She rested against his chest. His hands in her hair, stroking, massaging.

Arousal began anew. He loved the way she arched to meet his hand, humming low in her throat.

Lifting her face, she pressed her lips against his, tasting herself. She moaned, licked along the seam of his mouth, he opened, and she suckled his tongue, dipped into his mouth, reveling in her taste on his beautiful lips. Their thoughts aligned, along with their bodies.

He is mine.

And I am his.

She is mine.

And I am hers.

She harbored no hesitation now, she kissed his neck, bit and licked and sucked on his flat hardened nipples, eliciting a grunt that went straight to her clit, her womb contracting as his hands tightened on her hips.

He loved to get her to this state where she took over and let herself go. His hands moved to her breasts and then her hair as she moved down his body. She dragged her nails lightly up and down the inside of his muscular thighs, then swallowed him down again with a low hungry moan that was an echo of his own.

Swallowing against the head then dragging her lips up over the shaft to the tip, circling that most sensitive area with her tongue, giving him soft open mouth kisses, before wrapping her lips around him once again, taking him to her throat, and rolling. She had him now, all his focus on her, his fist wrapped in her hair.

She loved that, better yet when he held her head still and took over. She wanted to get him to that state where he lost control. Her hand came up to encase and gently tug on his balls, then slid up to wrap around his cock, moving up and down in time with her mouth, drowning him in sensation, while his fist flexed in her hair.

It felt too good but he had to stop it soon so he could fill her. He lay tense beneath her bobbing head another moment before firmly gripping her soft curls and pulling her face from his lap.

“Up, baby, up here, now,” he growled.

She climbed up his body, straddled his hips, and sank down hard on his cock with a satisfied sigh. He wrapped his hands around the curve of her hips that he loved so much. She moved, he thrust, she lifted her chest away from his and he latched hard onto her breast, nipping and sucking the sensitive tip. She rode him slowly, the delicious feel of his head dragging across the sweet spot inside her causing her body to jerk with another orgasm.

He locked his arms around her, drove inside, and emptied his seed.

“This is what I want for you, baby, this,” he rasped.

Sweaty and sated, limp, her body liquified, he shifted her to the side, and she lay against his chest, his arms holding her like something precious.

Mind quiet.

At peace.

Feeling his love.

Reality seeped back in slowly.

She became aware of her loose stomach resting on his hard thigh.

The war resumed.

Goals

Mara

I woke slowly, warm and boneless, curled against Zale’s broad back, my arm looped around his waist. I slipped my hand under his t-shirt and splayed my fingers over his stomach, lightly scratching the springy hair. I loved the feel of his body.

I loved last night. I no longer felt quite so hungry or off kilter. I mentally calculated how long I’d have to wait for this to happen again. Two days? Three? Whenever it hit three days, the panic set in. I could skip one day, easily, most of the time. Two days and I was on edge. Three and I was shaking like an addict.

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