Page 274 of Hooking Up
She pulls me into a long, deep kiss. Her tongue slides around mine. Soft. Then harder.
I push my fingers deeper.
She rocks her hips to meet me.
Deeper.
Her nails dig into my shoulder. "Walker. Please." She nips at my neck. "Please."
Fuck, that sound is music.
That sound is the best thing I've ever heard.
No. Iris coming is the best thing I've ever heard. But this is a close second.
She reaches for my jeans. Undoes the button. The zipper.
I push them—and my boxers—off my hips.
She wraps her hand around my cock. Pumps me with a steady rhythm. "Mmm. Please." Her eyelids press together. "I need you inside me."
My balls tighten. Fuck, the way those words fall off her lips…
"Legs around me." I sling my arms under her thighs, and pin her to the wall.
She stares up at me with every ounce of desire in the world.
My tip strains against her.
Then it's one delicious inch at a time.
"Fuck." My nails dig into her flesh.
Her hands knot in my hair.
She squeezes me tighter.
I pin her harder.
Kiss her deeper.
She holds my head against hers. She kisses me like she's claiming my mouth. She rocks her hips like she's claiming my body.
She doesn't have to. I'm already hers.
And she's already mine.
And now I'm going to wake up next to her every fucking day.
That's fucking everything.
With my next thrust, my last conscious thought slips away.
We stay locked like that, tongues dancing, limbs tangled, hips rocking together, until she's there.
She breaks our kiss to groan my name. She tugs at my hair as she pulses around me.
Fuck, that feels good.
