Page 172 of Only Fools Rush
It felt strange to be able to touch her so freely after resisting for so long. My fingers were tentative, exploratory. She shivered when I trailed a finger up her sternum, all the way to the dip in her throat.
A woman whose darkness collided with mine. So beautiful it hurt.
“Stand,” I commanded.
Carefully, she stood from my lap and waited.
“Strip.”
She unhooked the clasp of her bra and let it drop to the floor. Then she hooked her panties between her fingers and drew them to the ground.
I sucked in a breath. The early morning sunlight bounced off her flushed skin, and I drank in the sight of her.
“Sit on my lap.”
She stepped forward, and I grabbed her waist to help her straddle me again. Wetness coated the inside of her thighs.
“Touch me,” she whispered, hands on my shoulders.
I may command her, but she commanded me just the same. I was powerless to her quietest whisper.
I groaned, sliding my fingers through her slickness. “I will watch you come on my fingers. I will draw those beautiful sounds from your lips.”
I’d dreamed of them, too, since we’d left LA. I needed to hear them again.
Her knees spread wider, opening for me to push inside her entrance. With my other hand, I collared her throat and crashed my lips to hers, swallowing the sweetest symphony of her sounds.
“Ride my fingers,” I instructed, pumping them inside her. She rolled her hips, tilting her head back, and exposing her neck. I sucked on the exposed skin as I rubbed in tight circles over her clit. “Take your pleasure from me. Take everything you need. All that I am belongs to you.”
“Obi,” she whimpered, clutching my arms for purchase as she ground down on my hand. My name on her breathless lips was ecstasy. “It feels so good.Yes.Right there. Don’t stop.”
My other hand splayed against her back, holding her firmly in place. She fit so perfectly within my grasp. She was my mirror, the only one who could ignite both my brain and my body.
Her hips jerked. Her fingers clawed into my arms.
“Come for me,” I murmured. “Let me see you fall apart.”
“Yes,Obi.”
I watched, rapt, at the beautiful way her eyebrows knit together. At the way her mouth parted. At the euphoria shooting across her face. Her walls clenched around my fingers, her body trembling. I let her draw every ounce of pleasure she could from my fingers until she finally stopped shaking and she opened her eyes.
“You are so beautiful. So strong. As brilliant as the sun.” I pressed my cheek to hers, listening to the sounds of our heavy breaths mingling. “Ifunanya’m,”I whispered in her ear. “Nke’m.”
I took her lips in a deep kiss. Agonizingly slow, achingly tender. A kiss that contained the entire breadth of my feeling for her.
A claiming kiss.
Adeclaration.
“Obi,” she whispered against my lips.
“Eze nwanyin obi’m,” I murmured, pulling back to stare at her. I brushed a hand against her cheek.
“What does that mean?”
My eyes crinkled with a soft smile. “Queen of my heart.”
That is what she was. It was what she had been from the very first time I laid eyes on her.
