Page 37 of Connected By Love
I blink as he removes the tie from my eyes. I’m met with his smiling face as he frees my wrists and rubs the small red marks before kissing the inside of my wrists. I feel him hard against my stomach, and I suddenly need him all over again, but this time, I want control.
He must sense my mood change because his eyes darken as I bring his lips to mine. I moan when I taste myself on him, loving that it’s me on his gorgeous lips. I rake my fingernails down his back, and he groans against my lips.
He flips us over so I’m straddling him. It’s like he knows that I crave this control over him right now. I slowly slide down on him until he’s deep inside.
“Fuck,” he rasps out. His strong hands grip my waist tightly as I begin to set the pace. He reaches up to palm my breasts, squeezing and teasing my nipples. Moaning, I throw my head back and increase my rhythm. He stretches me filling me so deep that I sense him at my very core. “That’s it, wildcat. Take what you need. It’s me that’s at your mercy now.”
His hands palm my ass tightly, and I feel my body prepareto let go. A fire burns deep inside, spreading and growing. His thumb finds my clit and rubs hard, causing an orgasm to rip through me. I cry out and hear him shout with me as I’m flooded with warmth, feeling him release deep inside. Once the tremors subside, I collapse on top of him. His arms come around and hold me tightly as I listen to his heartbeat steady.
We stay there just holding each other, both of us too consumed with our emotions about what just happened to even voice it. Because when you voice it, it becomes real. And making it real means it can easily be taken from you.
I shift so I’m lying on my side with my head on his chest. His arms never leave mine. “You’ll be here when I wake up?” His voice breaks the silence and my heart breaks from the hesitation in his voice.
“I’ll be here,” I whisper against his chest. I feel him sigh as his body relaxes against me. I lie listening to his heart until I hear his steady breathing and know he’s fallen asleep. Looking up at him, I memorize the details on his beautiful face. How could anyone ever hurt him? Under the tough look he wants others to see is a guy who’s terrified of being left behind again, not only himself but his son. I blink back the tears that threaten to spill. I can’t imagine one good reason that would make someone walk away from both of them. I lie my head back down on his chest and breathe him in until I’m lulled to sleep by the beat of his heart.
I waketo kisses trailing down my neck. My body is covered in warmth from being wrapped in his arms all night. “Good morning, beautiful,” he whispers against my neck. “How did you sleep?”
“So good. I fell into a deep sleep like a girl who wasexhausted from three earth-shattering orgasms in a row. How did you sleep?”
I feel him grin against my neck. “Like a guy who had the same. Let’s make it four.” He moves so he’s on top of me and slowly enters me. “Mmmmmm…just as good as I remember.” Leaning down, he kisses me slowly, and unlike last night, the urgency is gone as he takes his time.
My legs wrap around him tightly as he goes deeper. A moan escapes me as he moves to my neck and sucks hard. I thread my fingers in his silky black hair when his lips find mine again. He pulls my bottom lip between his teeth before diving back in and entangling his tongue with mine.
His slow, torturous movement has me writhing beneath him as I grip him harder with my legs. He groans against my mouth and rocks harder into me, hitting all the right places as I feel my body respond.
My hands roam down his back, feeling his hard muscles strain against the movement. “Open your eyes, wildcat?” I open to intense grey staring back at me. “I want to remember how your eyes look when you shatter around me.” As if my body hears him and obeys, I feel the first wave of my orgasm slam into me.
His greys never leave mine as we come undone together on a moan, pulsing together as if we have one heartbeat. I blink back the unexpected tears that leak out, overcome with emotions that take me by surprise.
“Hey, don’t cry.” He wipes the tear away that I can’t stop from sliding down my cheek. “I know the sex with me is out of this world fucking-amazing-good, but I didn’t know I was cry-worthy good as well.”
I laugh and blink back the rest of the tears. I see the amusement in his eyes, but I also see my emotions mirrored back atme. He’s lightening the mood so we don’t go too into our heads with what we are feeling.
“Maybe I was crying because it was so bad.”
His eyes narrow at me, and I suppress a giggle. “Not a chance in hell,” he growls in my neck before sucking hard. The moan escapes me, and I feel him grin against my neck. “Your body says otherwise,” he breathes against my neck.
I feel him start to get hard again inside me, and my hips lift to meet him, bringing him deeper. “I guess both our bodies are in agreement,” I whisper into his hair.
“It would seem that way,” He murmurs against my skin. “I don’t know how to be around you and not want you.”
I lift his head and meet his beautiful greys. “I want you, too.” Bringing his lips to mine, we show each other exactly how much.
We’re standingin the kitchen, and I’m so relaxed and deliciously sore after sex twice this morning and another mind-blowing orgasm in the shower. I take a sip of coffee and sigh.
“Damn, that’s good. Is there anything you’re not good at? You’re a tattoo artist, an amazing portrait artist,” I wave my hand at all the beautiful artwork on the wall of Max, “amazing in bed and now make the best damn coffee I’ve ever tasted.”
“What was the third one again?” He grins like an idiot, and my heart skips a beat at how gorgeous it makes him.
“Out of all that, that’s the one thing you remember?”
“It’s the one I want to hear you say again,” he says, walking over to me and lifting me up on the counter as he steps between my legs. We are eye to eye at this level and so close that I can see a tiny hit of blue in those greys.
“You’re amazing in bed. Feel better?”
“Much better,” he grins before kissing me. “And I’m prettysure it’s the expensive ass coffee machine that does all the work for me.”
I look over at the espresso maker with all the buttons and gadgets. “I wouldn’t even know how to turn it on.”
