Page 25 of The Hang Up
I tackle her to the mattress and claim her lips with mine. Wrapping my arms around her, I find the clasp of her bra and unfasten it, dragging the straps down her arms and flinging it off the bed.
My hands mold her tits, and we both groan as my fingers find her stiff nipples and tease the sensitive peaks.
“Don’t make me wait any longer,” she begs as I kiss my way down her neck.
“I need to taste you,” I say against her skin.
She lets out an impatient whine as I trail kisses over her chest, licking a path between the valley of her breasts as I scoot down her body. She wriggles underneath me as I grab her pants and underwear and tear them down her legs. She kicks them off, leaving her bare beneath me.
“You’re every fantasy I’ve ever had,” I say hoarsely.
“Holden—”
I bury my face between her legs and eat her like she’s my last meal.
“Fuck!”
Her screams are music to my ears. Every breathy sigh, every moan, every gasp turns me on.
My jeans feel way too tight. I swear my cock is imprinted with the zipper.
I roll my tongue over her clit and lick a path to her opening. Lena’s hips rock against my face, her thighs quivering on either side of my head as I continue to lick her to her first orgasm.
“Holden,” she pants, her voice high and filled with need.
I growl as I push a finger into her snug hole and suck her clit into my mouth.
Lena screams as she comes all over my face. “HOLDEN! Oh, God!”
I keep licking and fingering her until she finally collapses against the mattress, her tits jiggling with each rapid breath. I groan as I pull my finger out and lick it clean.
“Hmmph,” she huffs.
I grin as I climb back up her body.
Her hands slide down my chest, and she frowns when she gets to my jeans. “Off. Now,” she orders.
I hop off the bed and hurry to comply, stripping in record time. Climbing back onto the bed, I settle my hips between her thighs.
Lena licks her lips as her eyes lock onto my cock, and a drop of precum forms on the tip. I swear she could make me come with just a look.
Her fingers wrap around my length, and I moan as she gives me a few testing pumps.
“Enough of that,” I say through gritted teeth.
She pouts.
I huff out an amused breath. “Unless you want me to come all over you.”
She gives me a devilish smirk. “I wouldn’t mind,” she says, her voice low and husky.
“Fucking hell, Lena,” I growl.
I pull out of her grasp and settle on top of her, kissing her with all of the love I feel as I start to push inside her. We rock together slowly, learning the feel and rhythm of each other again as I sink fully into her hot depths.
Being balls deep inside Lena after all these years is like coming home. Something inside me clicks into place. For the first time in four years, I’m complete.
“So good,” she wheezes.
