Page 73 of Fight for Me
“No,” she murmurs.
I grab and pull until she falls back onto the bed with a soft laugh.
Sydney’s gaze looks to the window that takes up the entire wall and the view around us is truly beautiful. I wake to sunlight and fall asleep to stars.
“It’s like we’re outside,” Sydney muses.
“No one can see in, though.” I made sure that the one-way glass is completely private. Last thing I wanted was Hadley strolling out to the tiny house and finding me ... in a compromising position.
“So they can’t see us do this?” she asks as she slinks her hand into my pants, wrapping her fingers around my dick, pumping up and down a few times.
“No, and thank god they can’t see us do this either.”
We kiss for what feels like eternity. Her hands roam my back, arms, and chest, touching everywhere she can reach.
My lips trail down the slope of her neck and then to her ear. “I’m going to do a lot more, Bean. I’m going to give you so much pleasure you won’t be able to think straight. I’m going to make love to you until we both collapse, and then, I’m going to do it again.”
She pushes onto her elbows, eyes taunting as she tilts her head just slightly to the side. “That’s a lot of talk for a man who said he didn’t want to speak.”
God, I love her.
I move in, watching her breathing accelerate and her eyes fill with desire. There’s no rush, and I take my time, going inch by inch in agonizing slowness.
When our lips are almost touching and the heat of her breath is on my mouth, I wait. Her panting fills the small space, and I revel in the fact that it’s me who’s making this woman desperate. “I can think of another way I’d like to use my mouth, can you?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
And then I kiss her.
Our tongues duel, both vying for control, but she won’t get me to relinquish it. Sydney has always wanted the upper hand, but not now. Not when I need her this much. I want to conquer her, own her in every way.
We both lift up so I can remove her bra. “I love you in lace.”
“I love you naked,” she replies.
I smile, loving how the warmth of the fireplace illuminates her perfect skin.
Instead of replying, I lean down and take her nipple into my mouth, sucking and then rolling my tongue over it. Sydney moans, and I cup them so I can suck, lick, and caress both at the same time.
I pin her arms above her head. “Keep them there,” I command.
Then I slide down her body, kissing my way down. She sucks in a breath when I get to her stomach, and I grin. She knows exactly where I’m going.
I push down her lace panties, and then it’s my turn to catch my breath. Here she is, laid out like a fucking feast for me. The sight will be burned into my brain. I bring my lips down to her center and slide her legs over my shoulders.
My tongue moves against her as she makes incoherent noises. I taste her, licking at her clit, as she grips the pillows, not moving her arms. I continue to drive her crazy as the heels of her feet dig into my back.
“I’m close.” Her voice is breathless, and I increase the pressure of my tongue. I can feel the strain in her body as her legs clench around my head. I suck, flick harder, and then repeat it until a loud cry releases from her body.
I keep going, drawing out every ounce of pleasure I can.
The tightness in her body releases, and I make my way back up, pulling my pants down as I watch her lust-heavy eyelids flutter open.
“That definitely didn’t happen on prom night.”
“No, I wasn’t very sure how to do that. Not until at least the fourth time.” I laugh and lean down to kiss her. Sydney’s hands fall to my boxer-briefs, and she pushes them down over my hips.
