Page 110 of Leading Conviction
The urge to come had his balls drawing up, ready to explode down her tight throat. His fingers gripped her hair, but he fought the drive to shove deep inside her. Instead, he focused on her satin tongue swirling around his head, concentrating on not exploding too fucking soon. It was barely working until warm metal brushed the sensitive skin of his upper thigh.
His eyes flared open, and he dipped his chin into his chest to see her better. Those dark-rose lips were light pink as they stretched around him and the skin on her knuckles was pulled taut with her intense grip.
But it was the gold necklace caressing his upper thigh, and the flash of blue on the pendant at the end, that stole his attention.
Is that…
His pulse thudded in his chest.
He sat up abruptly and grabbed her necklace. His cock popped from her already swollen mouth as she tilted her head in question.
Confusion marred her brow until her eyes widened. She straightened and her hand fluttered to her necklace, but he refused to let go and tugged her closer to him instead.
The blue sapphire sparkled against his palm. It’d taken him weeks of looking and studying to find the perfect one. Everyone said diamonds, but Hannah had always marched to the beat of her own drum, and he thought the next chapter of their lives should show that, too. His heart thudded painfully in his chest as he slowly realized what it meant to be holding it in his hand again.
His voice broke as he spoke. “Your engagement ring. You didn’t get rid of it.”
“Never,” she whispered low, but her conviction rang through him loud and clear. A small smile lifted her glossy lips as she repeated his words. “I couldn’t bear to part with it.”
Heat radiated between them, like the building warmth of a sunrise. He slowly released her necklace and threaded his fingers through her hair. With his other hand, he lifted the hem of her blouse. The moment he dove his tongue deep into her mouth, their kiss grew frantic. Their lips barely parted even when they tugged her blouse over her head. He found the hook to her bra, and he flicked it open so she could slide it from her shoulders. Once they could be completely skin to skin, he circled his arm around her waist and flipped her and laid her down on the bed just below the pillow.
Before he could get too carried away, he hopped off the bed to the bedside table.
“What’re you doing?” she asked, propping herself up on her elbows.
“It’s been a long-ass time so I didn’t have any, but Phoenix insisted on giving me these the night before I left for Mexico. Said something about the pregnancy trope being the worst in spicy books.” He chuckled and sifted through the drawer until he found the gold wrapper.
When he raised it for her to see, Hannah’s eyes narrowed until he wiggled the condom between his fingers, and she burst out laughing.
“I guess he really was into romance novels all those years ago.” She giggled.
“Hey, his hobby is doing us good now.” He laughed as he ripped the packet open.
“Wait a minute.” Her voice made him still his movements, his fingers poised to remove the condom from its packaging until she asked, “You really didn’t have any?”
He shook his head, proud he could give her this answer. It hadn’t been hard to abstain. Not only was there no desire for anyone else, his time in MF7 had made it impossible to meet people and it wasn’t like he’d ever been the kind of man who was down for a one-night stand. Being able to tell the woman he’d always loved that there had never been another after her made every lonesome night fucking worth it.
He shook his head. “I haven’t needed them. Not since you.”
Shock parted her rosy lips. “You’d said it’d been a while. I’d wondered what you meant… but I guess I never thought it would’ve actually been as long as me.”
Possessive pride pounded in his chest and he stalked forward, her confession drawing him to her like the sun to the sky. Cool air wafted over his cock as it bobbed against his lower stomach, still glistening thanks to Hannah’s skilled mouth. He pumped it once with his hand, readying it for the condom, spreading his precum and mixing it with her spit. Her laughing eyes dropped to his length and turned molten with lust.
“Can I do it?” she asked, her voice pitched low with desire. His pulse throbbed in his cock at the sight of the wanton hunger in her gaze.
“Yeah, baby.” He cleared his throat as he handed her the condom still in its wrapper.
She extracted it from the foil, placing the gold on the nightstand before beckoning him closer. His balls jolted as she grabbed his cock and placed the condom on his tip. Circling her palms around the head, she looked up at him before rolling the rubber down his length.
When he was fully sheathed, she sat up on the bed with big doe eyes, seemingly waiting for his command.
Your wish, dove.
He grabbed the huge, king-size pillow and folded it in half before tilting his forehead toward the bed.
“Lie down, baby,” he murmured, his voice dripping with desire and nearly unrecognizable even to his own ears.
Keeping his gaze, she lay back. Anticipation vibrated the air between them as he climbed onto the bed and crawled toward her on his knees. He settled between her legs to kiss her, loving the way her full, swollen lips met his, and he rocked his hips back, soaking his sheathed cock in her arousal. She moaned into his mouth and he bit her plump bottom lip before making his way down her body.
