Page 237 of Come Back to Me

But…

A single bite of her nipple has me derailing again when she releases a five-note hum.

Going with my instinct, I alternate between her nipples. The way she’s grinding into me, how wet she is...

I grace the bud in my mouth with another bite then retreat to blow air onto it, like I did her ass.

“That feels… You have to stop.” She groans, fingers shifting higher, scraping over my scalp as her movements turn edgy.Abrupt. “I need… God, I’m so empty.” She hisses when I flutter my tongue over the sensitive peak like I would her clit. “Cody, I-I think...”

My answer is a growl that triggers a vibration around her nipple. Sucking on it hard and fast, drawing on it as she continues to ride me, faster, faster, I?—

“No, I can’t. This. No. I-Isn’t... Wait. I… No. I mean—don’t stop. Please. I... Can you...? Cody!” Her words sputter to a halt and, finally, her spine grows taut as she arches back, my grip on her the only thing keeping her from toppling off my lap.

The ecstasy on her features is as etched in my mind as that smile of hers earlier.

Loving the jerky thrusts of her hips as she responds to the continued stimuli, I keep on nibbling the sensitive skin, but I’m unable to stop myself from reaching between us and lowering my zipper.

She groans with every nudge of my knuckles against her slit, and how fucking wet she is has me wrestling with my pants and freeing my cock. It brushes her wet heat. Skin on skin. At last.

When I find her gate, I notch the tip to it, watching as her wild eyes collide with mine and she lets loose a moan that’s also going into my scrapbook of Tee-shaped mementos.

Before I can say a word, she’s wiggling until that tight snatch of hers, pulsing and rippling in the aftermath of an orgasm, swallows the head of my cock, but it’s not enough.

“Oh, fuck, Christy. You feel so fucking good. And you’re taking me so well. Baby, I can feel you clinging to me. God, let me in, baby girl. Please? Please. Jesus,” I grind out. “I need inside you. Let me home, please?”

With a soft mewl, she relaxes and wriggles her hips some, sliding down as gravity works on both our behalves and lets me sink in three-quarters of the way.

Her brows lift as she fingers the base of my shaft. “How did I get all this inside me before?”

I bark out a laugh, unable to hold it back because laughter fits whenever she’s around. “Only you, Tee. Only you.”

Her nose wrinkles, but it’s replaced with the most glorious look of concentration that crosses her expression, and slowly, surely, but eventually, she accepts every inch of me.

The keening whine she releases is a perfect soundtrack to how impossibly good she feels.

Like heaven, like hell. Both cooling and calming and soothing and so fucking hot.

So painfully good.

The most perfect of contradictions.

Joining our mouths again, with my hands, I get to work.

One plucks at her incredibly sensitive nipples, and then the other shifts to her clit.

As I rub my thumb over the nub, she clenches around me, so tight that it’s a miracle I haven’t come already. But I can’t.

Her lifetime of average sex is a challenge I can’t ignore—I know she’s into grading my letters, and with sex, I refuse to give her anything less than an A-worthy experience.

With my focus split between her clit and the nipple I’m teasing with my teeth, her hiss keys me into how close she is until her hips buck back and forth, confirming it for me.

She rides me at her own pace, going as fast or as slow as she needs.

I can already feel her inexperience in this position, but she perseveres.

“My beautiful girl. That’s it,” I rasp. “Take what you need. Own your fucking pleasure.”

Whenever I open my eyes to study her expression, I can see she’s concentrating.

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