Page 59 of A Sip of Sherry

I dipped my head, taking her pert nipple in my mouth.She moaned, fingers thrusting into my hair and tugging slightly, just enough pain to remind me this was real.I dragged my lips up her chest, trailing kisses as I went.

I wanted to savor every touch, every tug, every brush of my lips against hers.Once I told her the truth, I had no idea if she would ever let me touch her again.Fear bubbled up inside me, but I shoved it down, focusing on the curve of her neck, and sucking at the sensitive skin.

She cried out, her hold tightening on my head as she forced my mouth from her skin and brought me to her lips.We came together in a clash of tongue and teeth, each thrust a desperate collision of want and need.

Her hips rolled, saying exactly what she wanted without words.I pulled us from the wall and hurried toward her bedroom, not once taking my lips from hers.I walked until my legs hit the bed, then I placed her in the middle, coming down above her.

I kissed her like it was the last time.Every arch of her body, every moan, every lash of her tongue was a gift, and no matter what happened, I would cherish every moment we had together.I drew back, staring into her lust-heavy eyes, her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen from our kisses.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, her body twisting beneath me.“Please.”

My fingers curled around the waistband of her pants, and I leaned back, taking them with me.Her teeth slid over her bottom lip as I looked at her naked frame.“No underwear?”I asked with a smirk.

“Took those off, too,” she said.

“I’m not complaining.”I yanked her ankles toward the edge of the bed and dropped to my knees.She let out a squeak, but as my mouth found her slick heat, her hands slammed into the mattress, and a pleasure-filled sigh echoed through the room.

She tasted like the sweetest wine and the brightest day.

Her back arched as I took my time.Her breath hitched with every flick of my tongue and press of my mouth.Thighs trembling against my shoulders, I gripped her tighter, grounding us both.

“Ben…”

My name fell from her lips like a prayer, but I was the one on my knees, worshipping her like the goddess she was.I didn’t deserve the way she touched me, the way she looked at me before I had dropped before her.I didn’t deserve the way her body responded to me, but I didn’t stop.

I couldn’t.

She tasted too good, felt too right, and all I wanted was to make her feel an ounce of the pleasure she gave me just by letting me into her life.I sucked on her swollen, bundle of nerves and slipped a digit into her wetness.

Her cries built like a slow pour, deep and full-bodied, growing in intensity as her body tightened around me until everything spilled over in a rush.Her limbs jerked with her release, legs twitching, arms flailing, hands searching for purchase.I rode the wave with my tongue as my finger continued to pump into her, dragging out her orgasm.

She collapsed against the mattress, her fingers tangled in the sheets.I placed a kiss on her inner thigh and looked up at her.Her chest rose and fell with ragged breaths.Her head tilted toward me, her cheeks flushed, eyes barely open but locked on mine.

She reached for me, and I didn’t hesitate.I shoved my pants to the floor, climbed toward her, my body hovering over hers.My cock brushed against her thigh then her stomach, and a slight smile played at the edge of her mouth.Her hand gripped the rock-solid appendage and gently stroked.

“I’ve missed him,” she said.

“Oh, I see how it is.You miss the limb, not the man it’s attached to.I’m starting to feel like a piece of meat,” I joked.

Her other hand cupped my cheek, and I turned into it, pressing a kiss to her palm.

“I missed you more,” she whispered, and those four words undid something inside me.All the tension I’d been carrying, all the guilt and regret, didn’t vanish, but for a moment it quieted.

I bent toward her, brushing my lips to hers.No desperation or carnal need… just plain and simple need.The kind of need that burrowed deep in my chest, that told me this wasn’t just a moment, butthemoment.

I pulled back, looking into her eyes, and it was there as clear as day.Somewhere between the one-night stands, sexual tension, and constantly pretending like we didn’t care about each other, I had fallen in love with her.

Her legs wrapped around my waist and guided me toward her.As our bodies aligned, it was as if everything clicked into place.

I loved Sherry Grasso.

“I need you,” she said, and I only hoped she would remember those words when I told her the truth.

“No,” I said as my cock slipped between her folds.“I need you.”

Her eyes met mine, genuine love shining way too brightly.My words lingered between us, but as I thrust deep, her head flung back, breaking our gaze.

My eyes closed, relishing in her heat and the softness of her skin beneath my fingertips.

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