Page 63 of The Heart We Guard
Both feel exceptional.
Butcher slides a hand around the back of my neck and squeezes it tightly. “Fuck, Doc. Just thinking about that cunt of yours getting ready to come, the way it felt last time. The pressure of your pussy on my cock feels so good…haven’t come in my underwear since I was fourteen, but I bet you could make me.”
Even if I could think of the words to say, it’s clear he doesn’t expect me to respond. He simply tugs me down to him and kisses me.
Messily, this time.
Tongues and saliva and wide open-mouthed moments where we simply breathe each other’s air. Where teeth and tongues hover because the sensation between my legs is growing so explosively, my breath catches.
“Show me how much you missed my cock, Greer.”
I drop my forehead to his shoulder so I can gasp and cry and bite down on the firm skin.
My body takes over as I roll my hips faster.
“Butcher,” I cry, but the word comes out mumbled.
“Yeah, Greer. I got you.” He slides both palms down my back, reaches for the hem of the shirt, and tugs it up my body.
A part of me doesn’t want to move from the position I’m in. But another part wants to remember what it felt like when we were skin to skin. When everything coalesced into the moment we made our child.
It takes no more than a couple of seconds to remove my shirt, but then I bury my nose against Butcher’s neck and inhale the deep musky scent of him.
Fresh air. Cologne. Musk.
Nothing has ever smelled so good.
Butcher places his hands on either side of my spine and slides lower and lower until his palms cup my ass. Then, he helps me grind.
He takes me out of the awkward dance I was doing, trying not to be too much. Keeping my movements small.
He grips the meat of my cheeks and forces me to grind harder against him. The strokes are longer, contorting the tension against my clit. Stretching it.
“Oh, God,” I gasp when the orgasm I want so badly hovers just out of reach.
“Yeah, Doc, ride it out. Show me how you come on my cock.”
I try to focus on the sensations. The feel of the hair on his legs against the sensitive inside of my thighs. The way his hands massage my ass and take away some of my control.
It’s rare for that to happen.
But I find myself trusting him to get me where I want to go.
“I’m so close,” I tell him.
And he must hear the desperation in my voice, because he jams his feet into the bed and begins to rock his hips against me.His hands slip from my ass to holding me so tightly around my waist I can hardly breathe.
I can hardly move.
Held soundly in place by his strength.
“Nolan,” I cry at the first signs I’m about to tip over. It’s impossible to describe the almost painful tightening in my abs, the way I feel giddy, the way my face is pressed against his neck in a way that means I can barely breathe.
“Fuck, your pussy’s so hot, can feel it burning up. Can feel the wetness through your fucking panties. Can tell how much you want this. You’ve deserved it, Greer. Doing all this on your own. I want you to take what you’ve earned, sweetheart.”
His words are all it takes for the orgasm to splinter through me.
My thoughts scatter as light explodes in my head and my body shudders.
