Page 104 of Wild Love
My knees part and I revel in his sharp intake of breath as he pauses to take me in. The way his rough hands slide up the insides of my thighs before hooking my legs over hisshoulders. And the way his eyes flash up to mine as he drops his head closer to my core.
I feel exposed and vulnerable as he stares, just looks at my spread pussy for a few beats. Eyes twinkling like I’m the most exciting thing he’s ever seen.
I almost combust on the spot when he growls, “Oh fuck yes,” before lifting his gaze, smirking his stupid, cocky smirk, and then kissing my clit. A deep groan rumbles in his throat as he tastes me for the first time and my eyes roll back in my head.
I’ll be replaying that noise in my head forever.
He starts slow, but neither of us has any restraint. Our fervor is on a constant upswing. My hips push forward, begging for more. His tongue presses into me, and my fingers grip his hair yanking him closer.
I broke every speed limit to get to you.
His teeth graze along my pussy, and my head tips back.
There’s nothing funny about the way I want you.
His fingers slide in as he sucks, and my legs clamp around his neck.
It just makes me love you more.
He twists every ounce of pleasure from my body, his free hand blazing a trail of heat up over my stomach, strumming my nipple as he works me over.
“Ford!” I gasp his name as my orgasm hits me like a freight train. Hard, fast, and relentless. My body shakes as I come apart around him. I hold him just as tight as he holds me.
When the waves subside, he pulls out his fingers andstands over me, hand cupping my cheek. “What I meant to say earlier is I’m fucking obsessed with you and I have no idea how to handle it.”
At those words, I reach forward, wrapping my hand around the root of his hard length that juts out above the waistband of his underwear. Every hot, hard inch of it. It’s huge, and I know I’ll be feeling it tomorrow.
His head drops as he kisses my cheek. It hits me that I’m totally naked and he’s not. I’m fully exposed, and he’s not.
Except maybe he is.
I shed my clothes, and he shed all his barriers.
I run his head, the pearl of cum beading there, over my pussy and moan at the feel. His hands graze up over my ribs, and he holds my breasts reverently. Cupping. Squeezing. Then twisting on my nipples as I swipe him across my already sensitive clit and murmur, “What else? Tell me more.”
I want him to feel just as naked as I do.
“What I meant to say earlier is I’ve dreamed about this.” I drop my head to his chest and breathe him in.So have I. The thought filters through my mind and I recognize its truth.
“What I meant to say is I missed you like crazy this weekend.”
I nod, my forehead resting against the damp base of his throat while I guide his length back into me. “I missed you too.”
He sucks in a shuddering breath as he fills me. My shaking legs take their place around his waist this time as he clears off what’s left on top of his desk. It all goes flying as he lays me back and slides in to the hilt.
He moves, slow and achingly tender. I feel every inch, every ridge, every vein. He fills me so completely I almost can’t stand it.
My hips move with him, and my skin breaks out in a light sweat.
We don’t talk—we don’t need to. We both know. We understand each other so damn well.
“Rosie. Rosie.” When I sit up to hold him, he chants my name against my neck, and I shiver. He sounds so undone. All for me. My nails rake down his back. “This is…”
My legs clamp him more tightly as he fucks me with increasing abandon, and I whisper against his skin, “Perfect.”
Our eyes catch and something passes between us. Understanding. Agreement. We both know this is perfect. Him. Me. Us. Nothing has ever felt more right.
His jaw flexes as he pumps slowly into me, searching my eyes. He’s always watching my eyes so closely. I usually find it unnerving, but right now it does nothing but make me want more from him.
