Page 71 of Into the Light

“Fuck,” I wailed, desperate for his tongue to taste my cunt.

“Such a wet girl—so desperate and needy for me.”

Then his mouth reached my cunt as his tongue explored and lapped up the wetness that kept growing. I was so fucking needy, and there was a fire burning inside of me. But the moment his tongue licked up, alternating between flicking at my clit and sucking me dry, I was a symphony of sobs.

His mouth was desperate. His tongue explored my clit as his fingers played with my opening, gently sliding in and out. I was grinding into his mouth as the sobs became more vile the faster and deeper his tongue explored me.

Just as he came up for a breath, he paused, shoving two fingers inside of me.

“Look at me,” he demanded, but between thrusts, I knew I was being edged. I was right there about to orgasm, but his fingers grew slower, more languid in speed.

“What?” I barked back, angry that I couldn’t fucking come.

“Tell me, princesa, are you planning on running away after this? Let me fuck you, then run home after tonight?”

“Yes,” I said because the thought of falling in love again scared the shit out of me, but my heart wanted to desperately. In fact, I think it was already there.

“Then I guess I’ll have to continue to punish you,” he whispered, ripping his fingers out of me and getting up.

“What the fuck?” I said, wondering if the same thing that happened last weekend was happening now.

He only laughed, his naked form walking toward the illuminated house.

“Why did you stop?” I demanded.

“Because, Em, I am not fucking you in a wet field the first time we have sex. I am not fucking you like an animal the first time my cock touches your pussy. As much as I am desperate for it, I know that you’d use it as an excuse as to why we weren’t meant to be together and then run away in the morning.” His whole demeanor softened.

“I don’t want to do anything you don’t deserve or need and right now, none of this feels . . . right.” He paused, turning toward me. “And that kind of running away is not the kind I fucking like.”

He continued the trek back to the house while I stood there frozen in a cold apple orchard with a rotten apple under my foot.

He was right though. He was always right, which drove me up a wall. I would have found some excuse tomorrow morning and rationalized in my head this wasn’t right for us. But I also wanted him to know that I could see what he was doing. I wanted him. I wanted to be there in the morning when we woke up. I wanted both of us.

“You’re wrong,” I said. He paused in his tracks but didn’t turn around. “You are so fucking wrong, because I like you.”

I huffed, in disbelief that the words were even pouring from my mouth. “I don’t know how to yet. It’s fucking messy inside my head, but I fucking like you a lot, and I don’t want to leave. I see you.”

I walked over to him and wrapped my hands around his naked waist, then leaned up to his ear, whispering, “Catch me.”

I sprinted past him, then heard his steps behind me. I dodged between rows of trees, running toward the house where I saw the glistening blue pool in the distance. I was sweaty; I was not the person who enjoyed running for pleasure. Sure, maybe since it was from a tall handsome, brooding man behind me, I’d do it, but you want me to run around the block for exercise? Hard pass.

I was dirty from the trees and immediately knew where I needed to go. I ran all the way up the deck toward the back steps, then jumped into the hot tub.

I let the warm water envelop me when the bubbles in the oversized hot tub fizzed, alerting me someone else was inside.

As I popped my head up, he dropped down into the heated water. His hands touched my cheek as he drank my face in.

“Found you,” he murmured. I knew he saw the hot tub bubble, letting me know someone was inside, but I wanted him to have this win.

Our lips collided. Something pivotal changed in this moment for the two of us. Both of us running, but this time, it was toward each other.

“I mean it, Rain,” I whispered, drifting my body toward his and wrapping my legs around him to keep me anchored.

“Why?” he croaked as I kissed his cheeks, his nose, his lips, his eyes. I wanted to feel every part of his body—memorize every single curve.

“It’s unconventional. I can’t explain it, but I just . . . feel it inside of me.” My mouth landed atop his and we kissed, our tongues fucking each other. His cock twitched underneath me as I stopped us, got out of the hot tub, wrapped myself with a towel laying neatly on one of the chairs on the deck, then ran inside.

He chuckled as he followed, but just as he walked into the threshold of the door, I dropped my towel.

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