Page 103 of Fireworks & Forehead Kisses

It wasn’t a question of wanting. Of course, that’s what I wanted. I also wanted to eat a pint of Ben & Jerry’s Half Baked every night, but should I do that? No.

My heavy lids closed as his middle finger began sliding along my folds. When he reached the top of my sex, he flicked across my clit with the roughened pad of his fingertip, then moved it back down and rubbed it along my slit before repeating the action. Over and over again, he teased me, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

Each time the tip of his finger grazed the epicenter of my pleasure nerve endings, my inner walls clenched, and the pressure low in my belly curled tighter.

“I love how wet you get for me.” His gravelly voice sent shockwaves through me. “So wet.”

Desperation for him to put me out of this delicious torture overwhelmed me. I placed my hand over his, nestled in the apex of my thighs, and attempted to maneuver his touch to where I needed it most. He didn’t allow me to alter his movements. My efforts to rush him were in vain. He was stronger than I was.

My other hand fisted the pillow beside my head in frustration. I looked down between my legs, where my small, delicate hand covered his. The erotic sight caused the pressure swirling in my core to build to a nearly intolerable degree.

“Please,” I begged, needing him to bring me the sweet satisfaction only he could.

“Please, what?” His husky grittiness sent a shiver down my spine as he whispered in my ear, and his finger circled around the spot I wanted him to touch the most.

“Please…please make me come,” I whimpered as my hips rolled into his touch.

He shifted his arm, pulling me even closer to him as his middle finger bent and slid inside of me. The pad of his thumb began to flick over my clit while his middle finger massaged me internally. My hand clutched his as he drove me closer to the edge of oblivion. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to be carried away by the overwhelming sensations only his touch created in me. He had the fast pass to my pleasure.

Soon, I was falling into the oblivion as a shuddering orgasm overtook me. Tremors quaked from my core as my body convulsed with sensual gratification. He continued to intimately caress me as I bucked against his touch and rode out my climax. He drew out my release until the final echoes of aftershocks radiated from my core.

As I recovered and caught my breath, I turned around and faced him. When I did, the look in his eyes was one I’d neverseen before. It was still intense and raw, but now there was a vulnerability that I hadn’t seen before. I lifted my hand and raked my fingers through the soft hair at his temple as I leaned forward and pressed my mouth to his.

The kiss was soft, sweet, and tender. The energy between us was different than any other time we’d been together. I gently pressed my lips to his once more, then I moved from his mouth to his jawline and down his neck. I continued my mouth’s exploration as my hand joined the journey and touched his chest. Beneath my palm, I could feel his heart beating as hard and as fast as mine was. I pushed on his chest, and he allowed me to roll him onto his back. I continued peppering kisses softly against his heated skin along his collarbone and shoulder.

His breaths were labored, and I could sense the tension radiating from him in waves. I wondered how long he’d allow me to roam freely on his body. He’d never let me explore his body like this, and I wanted to take full advantage of it.

My hands traveled over the chiseled planes of his upper body and the ridges of his abs. His muscles twitched beneath my touch. His skin was hot, and his chest was rising and falling as his breaths grew shorter and shorter. As my featherlight brushes moved over every inch of his torso and arms, I continued kissing him. My lips left a trail of open-mouth kisses in their wake. I loved tasting the saltiness of his skin and feeling the way his muscles jumped beneath my lips and hands.

A groan rumbled, and I felt the vibration against my mouth. With my lips still pressed against his skin, I lifted my eyes to meet his. His hand brushed the hair that had fallen over my face. As our gazes met, the intensity in his stare stole my breath and also emboldened me.

“What are you doing?” His question sounded more like a warning.

“I want to touch you, and kiss you, and fuck you,” I repeated the words he’d said to me. He knew what I was asking of him. We both did.

His jaw tightened, and I could see the battle going on behind his eyes. They had a predatory gleam in them. I could sense how badly he wanted to reverse the power dynamic. He wanted to put me on my back or stomach, to tie me up, to have me submit to him. His compulsion to take control, to be dominant, was emitting off his body in waves.

“Is that what you want?” I whispered, my words strangled by the lust choking me.

My heart slammed against my ribs, pounding erratically at the boldness of the question I’d just posed. He’d never given me all access to himself. He’d always been the one calling the shots in the bedroom. But if we were going to do this today, I wanted to touch him. To explore him. I wanted this time to be different for him and for me. I wanted him to give me something he’d never given anyone before…himself.

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DECLAN

It tookevery ounce of self-control not to take over. The urge to flip Ashley on her back and regain control of this encounter was so intense, so overwhelming, I could barely restrain myself. It had been a long time since I’d relinquished control like this in the bedroom, not since my high school girlfriend, and even that had only happened one time.

The worse my OCPD became, the more I needed to control things in all aspects of my life, especially when it came to intimacy. But this felt different. I couldn’t explain what was happening. There was part of me that wanted to reclaim my dominance, but there was something stopping me. I couldn’t explain what it was. A feeling so intense it was overriding my preprogrammed impulse.

Something was telling me to give her what she wanted, what she was asking for.

She’d asked a question, and I knew my answer, “Yes.”

Emotion swelled in my chest to the point that I was having a difficult time breathing as she took her time exploring my body, and a realization hit me. The first time we were together, we didn’t know each other’s real names. The second time was onour wedding night. It was passionate, but we were still coming to terms with reconciling that we’d worked together and did not know each other’s identities. Now, we knew one another on a completely different level. We’d talked for hours and hours about nothing and everything. We’d spoken or texted every day for nearly three months. We knew each other’s families. We had routines. We had things that we’d miss about each other, or at least I knew I did.

And this was most likely going to be the last time we’d be together. Our arrangement would be coming to an end in a few weeks’ time. After that, I had a sinking suspicion Ashley wouldn’t want me in her life. Our communication would be limited to her non-profit. I would be lucky to see her once a year at the charity event or maybe at my grandmother’s birthday, but that was it.

These past few weeks, she’d been pulling away from me. That was why this needed to be different. That was why I needed this to be making love. Not just sex. Not just fucking. I needed to show her how things could be with me. I needed her to know what she was walking away from. If that meant giving her access to me and letting her have free rein of my body in a way I’d never let another woman touch me, then that’s exactly what I was going to do.

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