Page 46 of Creed
Fuck. I burned for this woman, and with every touch, she stoked the fucking fire. She shifted her hips forward, grinding herself against my growing erection. “It’s been too long, Dev.”
“Yes, it has.” I could hear the desire in her voice as she added, “Don’t make us wait any longer…”
I didn’t just want her. I needed her like a man needed air. And the second she called out my name, I knew I was a goner all over again. Eager for more, I reached down and grabbed my T-shirt, and a sexy smirk crept across her lips as I lifted it over my head and tossed it to the floor.
Her pupils grew wide as her gaze burned across my muscular chest and various tattoos. If the expression on her face was any indication, she liked what she saw. Devin slowly slipped off her red tank top and then her denim skirt. She looked absolutely stunning as she stood there in only a white lace bra and panties.
Her eyes remained fixed on mine as she eased her panties down her hips, then let them drop to the floor. After she did the same with her bra, I took a step forward and guided her down to the bed. “My God. You’re even more beautiful than I remembered.”
I lowered my hand between her legs, then slid my fingers across her warm, wet, sensitive flesh. With my other hand, I cupped her breast, brushing the pad of my thumb over her hard nipple. I nipped and sucked along the curve of her neck as I started to tease her clit.
I began trailing kisses along her collarbone, then slowly made my way down her stomach and settled between her thighs. “I’ve waited too damn long to taste you again.”
Her fingers wound into the sheets, twisting them in her hands, as I raked my tongue firmly across her clit. I never took my eyes off hers as I continued to tease her with my mouth. Irelentlessly licked and sucked, back and forth, relishing the way her body reacted to my every touch.
Feeling the warmth of her naked body against me had my need for her building, burning deep inside my gut. Fuck. My hands slid under her ass, pulling her closer to my mouth. Then, her fingers dug into my hair, and she arched her back off the bed as I pressed the flat of my tongue against her sensitive flesh.
She was close to the edge. I could see it in that familiar blush as it spread across her chest and the way her eyes were clamped shut. I could hear it in the way she whimpered and moaned. My touch was rough, possessive, and layered with years of longing and regret. I brushed my fingertip up and down her center before slipping a finger inside and kneading her clit with my thumb.
“Did he touch you like this?”
She shook her head and moaned as she rode my fingers, and by the sound of her rapid breaths, I knew she was on the edge. “Did he know how you liked it? Did he know how you liked to be fucked?”
I moved my mouth to her clit, nipping and sucking relentlessly as my fingers continued their torturous rhythm.
“Oh, God! Jameson!” she cried out, her fingernails digging into my shoulders, desperate for something to hold on to. Twisting her fingers in my hair, she succumbed to her release. She continued to chant curses as she fell into the haze of her release.
Her body grew limp, but I wasn’t done with her yet—not even close.
I stood and started unbuckling my jeans, and that sinful look in her eyes returned. Her breath quickened as I pulled out my throbbing cock and began stroking it.
She ran her tongue along her bottom lip, and that was it.
I was done.
I reached into the bedside drawer and grabbed a condom, quickly rolling it on. I sat down the edge of the bed, and she leaned up and eased over to me, straddling her knees on each side. She reached down between us and took me in her hand. She wrapped her fingers tightly around my hard, thick shaft and began stroking me, which had me instantly on edge.
“What abouther?” Devin’s brows narrowed. “Does she touch you like I do?”
“There is noher, babe. Never been anyone who could compare to you.”
A slight hiss slipped through my lips as her fingers found their way to the base of my cock and guided me to her entrance. Our eyes met as she lowered herself, taking me in inch by inch until I filled her completely.
Even after all these years, she got to me in a way that no woman ever had. She wasn’t just in my arms. She was under my skin, in my veins, in every breath. And if I had my way, she would stay there for good this time.
Her caresses were long and firm as she stroked back and forth along my hard, thick shaft, making it damn near impossible not to come right then and there. I wouldn’t let that happen, though. When I couldn’t take it any longer, I tossed her sexy little body onto the mattress.
She inched back, and as I looked down at her gorgeous, naked body sprawled across the sheets, I couldn’t imagine a more stunning sight. Every fiber of my being ached for her. “Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are?”
“Please, Jameson.”
As soon as the words left her mouth, I slammed deep inside. A rush of air hissed through her teeth as I withdrew and drove into her again and again. I’d imagined the moment many times over the past few days, each time more detailed than the last, but never had I dreamed it would feel so fucking good.
“Jesus, you feel so fucking good... even better than I remembered,” I growled and started thrusting harder and deeper with every drive, building up to a relentless pace. This wasn’t just sex. I was reclaiming what I’d lost, and this time, I wasn’t letting go.
I wanted to see her orgasm take hold, to watch her body grow rigid as she found her release and screamed out my name.
Her head reared back, and her moans filled the room.
