Page 54 of Sing Your Heart Out

His lips curve upward. “That she does. But we’ve talked about her enough… I want to talk about putting things to rights between us.”

“I didn’t listen to you,” I blurt out, then put my hands over my mouth. “You tried to tell me you were feeling smothered but I didn’t listen.”

I start to cry, the tears breaking free to roll down my face.

“Let’s… can we go inside?” he says, looking over his shoulder.

“Of course,” I says, my feet moving quickly to carry me in the house. I wipe at my face, feeling ridiculous.

He moves inside and put down the roses, and I close the door. I feel silly standing here in my sexy little pajama shorts, especially when I look up at Smith. He looks back down at me, his eyes so serious.

“Sarah…” he says.

“I’m so sorry, Smith. The whole situation just snowballed on me. You just said the wrong thing and I laid out that ultimatum…” I broke off with a gulp. “I have to be honest with you. The last forty eight hours have been pure torture for me. I felt like I is being punished, being stuck in this house without you to run to…”

“I know,” he says simply. “I needed some time to digest it all. But I’m done with that. That’s why I’m here.”

He reaches out and brushes a tear away from my cheek.

“I really am sorry, Smith,” I say, trying not to dissolve into tears. “It will never happen again. You’ll always be my first priority. Always.”

He looks at my with longing, his eyes dark.

“I forgive you,” he says softly. “If you’ll forgive me first. It is the stupidest fight. I make mountains out of mole hills sometimes… I just… I…”

I’ve never wanted to bury myself in anyone’s arms so badly, but I don’t know how he will react. I make sort of a strangled noise, looking at him pleadingly.

He opens his arms, inviting an embrace. I barrel into his chest, knocking him back a step when I wrap my arms around his chest. I hug him hard, disbelieving. I can't believe that this is really happening.

When I pull back to say so though, his mouth came down on mine like a burning brand. I moan, running a hand up into his hair. He pulls me closer, pressing our bodies together. Just the pressure of his hips against mine had me wrapping my leg around him, grinding.

My bodymissedhis. I pull at his jacket, wanting more of his skin showing. He sheds the jacket, kissing me as he walks me upstairs and into my room. He unlaces and kicks off his boots as I take off my pajama top.

I am bare underneath. I shiver as he fists my long hair in one hand, pulling my head back as he kisses my collarbone. I gasp out loud when he found my nipple with his teeth, grazing it ever so lightly.

“This is mine,” he growls, kissing my other breast lightly. “And this…”

He kisses my bellybutton, my hips, the very top of my pubic mound. I cry out at that, my hips jerking, my pussy soaking wet.

“Smith, yes,” I says, hooking my thumbs in my waistline and pulling them down. I am bare beneath there, too.

He moves back up my body, kissing my savagely. I shiver when he pushes my thighs apart.

“Take this off,” I insist, tugging at his shirt.

He complies, showing me a wealth of tattooed, muscular flesh. I run my hands over the broad expanse of his back, raking my nails across it.

We kiss again. He touches my inner thigh, caressing his way inward. His fingers brush my pussy as his tongue strokes mine in long, hard sweeps.

He finds my core and slides two fingers deep inside. We both moan as he finger fucks me hard and slow, taking his time in possessing me.

“Fuck, you’re so amazingly tight,” he gasps as I start to clamp down on his fingers.

“Yes! Yes!” I encourage him. I kiss and suck on his neck, knowing full well that I am going to leave marks.

He works his fingers in and out, flexing them in a beckoning gesture. Normally fingering doesn't do it for me, but I think I might come just from the filthy look on his face, the way he bites his lip and watches my tits bounce.

He shifts in place. I feel his jeans scrape against my inner thighs. I love everything Smith is doing to me, but damn it, I want more.

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