Page 72 of When the Smoke Clears

“Fuck.” Without another word, he dives into my pussy, licking, kissing, and sucking me into oblivion. My arms give and I fall flat again, my gasping filling through the room. He sucks hard on my clit before pulling back and driving two fingers deep inside me.

His mouth crashes onto mine, claiming and hot, swallowing my cry. Devouring me. Our tongues war and dance, greedy and insatiable. When he finally pulls back so we can breathe, my orgasm has already started to build.

Hot kisses rain down my neck and chest as he makes his way to my breasts, still thrusting into me with his hand. My fingers thread into his hair as he worships each breast.

Soon, my orgasm teases me the same way he does. Rocking against his hand, arching into his mouth, I soak in all the hot and wet sensations driving me to the edge.

He releases my nipple with a stinging bite. “You gonna come for me, Firecracker?”

My eyes pop open and find him. “Yes.”

“Good girl.” His mouth drags back down my body, licking and sucking hungrily when he reaches the highly sensitive place, still fucking me with his hand. All at once, I come apart, shaking and crying out his name. His appreciative groan against my pussy elongates the orgasm as wave after wave consumes me.

Like before, he slides his fingers gently out of me and places a last kiss on my clit. “I fucking love that.” He pins me with his gaze, sucking his fingers slowly into his mouth and offering me a wicked grin.

I rub my legs together, already aching for more.

He leans over, pressing his lips to mine for a few moments, before burying his face in my neck to kiss and lick there. My body still seeks friction, pressing and rolling into him above me.

“Come ’ere.” His voice catches as he moves to sit next to me. As I roll onto my hip, he gingerly guides me to straddle his lap. His shaft slides through the aftermath of my orgasm, and I rock my hips to slide over him again.

He grips my face between his hands. Nothing will ever compare to his touch. His lips against mine start out incredibly soft, becoming firmer as the kiss intensifies, and then he breaks it, leaving only a breath between us. “I’m going to show you every day how much you mean to me.”

“You already do.” An unspoken question lights his face. “It’s the little things you do. The cactus on our first date. Making sure I have the right creamer for my coffee. The tire swing. Your ability to read me like a book. You don’t have to promise me those things because you do it without thinking.”

“I fucking love you, Maci.” He bows his head to nip my breast before licking the sensitive spot he created, causing me to squeeze my thighs against him.

When he rights his head, his eyes are soft. A hand snakes between us, dragging his erection against my sensitive flesh in a teasing manner.

“Please…” It’s a breath of a word.

“Maci,” he says, waiting for my attention. “I’m not wearing a condom.”

“I told you, I trust you.” My rocking picks up. I need him inside of me.

“We haven’t talked about kids.” He licks the other nipple, biting gently this time. “Or anything else.”

I grab his face with both hands, pulling his gaze to me. “I’ve never not used a barrier—”

“I’m not asking.” His eyes are intense. “I think higher of you than to put me at risk, Firecracker. I’m giving you a chance to ask me.”

Oh my God.How does he continue to get better and better?

“What part of I trust you with my life did you not understand?” My hips rock against him again. “And when the time is right, I will give you all the babies you want. For now, I’m on the shot.” I press a hard kiss to his mouth. “But if you don’t slide that hard fucking cock inside me right now, I will ride you and come like this.”

He grins. “Do you eat with that dirty mouth?”

“Oh, do I.”

With that, he adjusts the head of his cock at my entrance, and I ease onto him. My head falls back in ecstasy before he’s fully in. Once he is, I grip his neck, dragging my thumbs against his jaw.

We build a rhythm together, sweat covering our bodies. I’m pretty sure this was in the to-don’t of my discharge instructions after the incident, but I don’t care.

“You feel so good wrapped around me.” Sutton groans. “The perfect fit.”

All my coherent thoughts are gone. I’m all sensation. It’s just the feel of him thrusting inside of me, us tangled together, our combined sounds echoing around us.

He looks down to where we connect. “Look at you.” No one has ever told me to watch as they fuck me, but when I look down to where we meet, watching as he thrusts into me, my arousal escalates. I’m dancing on the edge. My pace increases in response.

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