Page 106 of Love Me Steadfast
I kiss my way down to her breasts, nipping at her over her sweater, until I can’t stand it anymore and slip the hem up and over her head. She raises her arms, stretching for me in a way that inspiresa hundred fantasies at once. Of her wrists tied to the headboard while her hips writhe against me. Of her tits bouncing with my thrusts and her head thrown back, her needy cries shattering the silence.
Once the sweater is on the floor, I drink her in. The deep blush working up her chest, her silky hair splayed on my pillow, the curvature of her shoulders and the lean muscles in her arms. The white cotton bra adorned with a tiny bow at the center.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” I say, emotion chewing at my throat. I rub the backs of my knuckles up her bare stomach to the center of her chest while I fall into the hidden universe of her eyes. “You always have been, but you’re even more beautiful now.”
She grips the back of my neck and pulls me to her for another kiss. Her tongue flicks out, catching mine, and we play a lazy game of chase before I break away and kiss down, tugging the strap of her bra as I go. I find the clasp behind her back and flick it open, then slip it from her body. Her nipples are tight and dark with need but it’s the scattering of tiny freckles in the center of her chest that has my attention. I trace each tiny cluster with my lips, like it’s the map I’ve been looking for. The one leading me home.
Charlotte combs through my hair as her body bows off the bed, like she wants me closer. I suck each of her nipples into my mouth, savoring how incredibly soft she is, how perfectly needy, until she’s panting and clenching her thighs together, looking for friction. Kissing my way down, I try to hold onto my sanity, but it’s shredding a little more with each gasp from her lips, each caress from her fingertips, each thump of my desperate heart.
I kiss the now soaked patch of her panties and she makes that cute little growl of frustration. God, I’ve missed that sound. Missed the way she begs. My little blackbird, so eager to fly.
We’ve wasted so much time. Is this the beginning of us? Or a moment of weakness that will ruin us for good?
I peel her panties off and stroke up her thighs, urging them open. “So wet, sweetheart.” I circle her already hard clit with my thumb. “So needy.”
“Will,” she groans, jolting at my touch. I kiss the inside of her thigh and sink two fingers inside her.
She cries out, one hand flying to grip my hair. I move in with my mouth, caressing with my tongue while I thrust with my fingers. The taste of her while her body tightens around me floods all my circuits at once. I let her quickening breaths and the tug of her fingers in my hair keep me grounded.
“Oh my god,” she huffs out.
I suck her clit, and she shudders. “Whose mouth is on this pretty pussy, hmm?”
“Please, William,” she begs.
Fucking right.After tonight, she better think twice about walking out of my life again.
I curl my fingers, stroking that sensitive place inside her as I feast with my mouth. She arches off the bed, her fingers tightening in my hair, her breaths turning sharp in the quiet room. I ride the steady rocking of her hips as she lets go, each cry of her release vibrating inside me.
With a groan, I kiss up to her hip and wrap my arms around her, holding her tight while our breathing slows. I pepper her body with little kisses as I slowly work my way up, pausing to gently tease each nipple. She caresses down my back and beneath the fabric of my briefs, warming every inch of my skin. We kiss again, our mouths hungry. Closing my eyes, I savor the softness of her little tongue and the urgent grip of her fingers on my ass. She slips the waistband of my briefs down, reaching to free my cock, the shock of her touch making me suck in a breath.
I brace on one knee and kick my briefs to the floor, then reach for my bedside table drawer for a condom. In the soft glow from the lamp, her tense expression and flushed cheeks make me pause. I set the condom down and caress her face.
“You okay?”
She holds my gaze and caresses up and down my back. The rawvulnerability I saw just seconds ago is gone, replaced by a soft smile. “More than okay, QB.”
“You’re going to have to find a new nickname.” I rip open the condom wrapper with my teeth.
“You’ll always be my QB.”
There’s no trace of teasing in her tone, and I swallow the sudden clot of emotion forming at the base of my throat while a hot sting rolls down my spine. Because I can’t be her QB. anymore, but I can be hers, and that’s more than enough.
I nip her shoulder with the edge of my teeth, and she yelps in surprise.
“What was that for?” she asks, laughing.
Because you’re mine.“So I can kiss it and make it better,” I tease, planting a wet kiss on the spot.
She hums her reply, then draws me to her mouth again. I flick my tongue against her lips, and she moans. The kiss turns heated, filling the room with our quickening breaths and the soft crush of our lips embracing, teasing. I pull back and roll on the condom, grimacing at how fucking painfully hard I am. At least the condom will give me some measure of control. Fucking her bare—I wouldn’t last ten seconds.
A mix of apprehension and lust fills her eyes as I rub the head of my cock against her, getting good and soaked, before I notch at her entrance.
“Nice and slow, okay?” The restraint I’m trying to hold onto roughens my tone, and I suck in a steadying breath.
She traps her bottom lip with her teeth and gives me a nod.
I kiss her once more, then push inside.
