Page 32 of Sinners Keepers
I tugged the towel away, gripping his long, thick cock at the base, and positioned him at my dripping entrance, impaling myself on him in one smooth motion.
The surprised grunt he released was music to my fucking ears. I rolled my hips and his head fell back against the headboard. “Damn, baby. And you got mad at me for saying you were needy,” he ground out, fighting to stay still as Law carefully placed the first stitch, and then the second.
He expertly tied off the suture, then adjusted himself in his pants before clearing away the area and climbing off the bed.
He padded toward the bathroom, closing the door behind him as he went.
I leaned down, pressing a kiss to Ijah’s lips. “I missed you. Every single day, even though I thought I shouldn’t.”
He moved a long strand of hair away from my face, tucking it behind my ear and kissing me in return. “It hurt like hell to watch you from a distance, knowing you thought the worst of me, thinking maybe there was a chance I’d never have this again.”
His eyes filled with unshed tears. Seeing this side of him, this vulnerability… I couldn’t stand it.
“I love you so much it hurts,” I told him, tilting my hips as I began to ride him.
“I love you, cupcake. More than anything. Fucking always.”
He eased my robe off of my shoulders, his calloused hands running slowly along my back as I bounced on his cock.
“Turn,” he demanded.
I smiled, biting my lip as I spun to face away from him without lifting myself off of him. He’d always liked me in this position, and it was admittedly my favorite too because of the way he manhandled me when I was like this.
I found my way to my knees and began to move slowly over his length, arching my back in a way that hopefully gave him an excellent view.
His hand slid over my hip and in between my thighs, rubbing slow, relaxed circles over my clit with just the right amount of pressure.
He loved to torture me like this for as long as possible, and it always put me in a dopamine haze. He got off on totally blissing me out and then absolutely wrecking me, and I was one hundred percent here for it.
I was moving fast and hard, drunk on him as my ass smacked against his skin, lewd sounds filling the room… when the bathroom door creaked back open.
I stilled. I’d forgotten all about Law.
Ijah slid his hand into my hair, gripping it at the roots and tilting my head toward the ceiling, his fingers never ceasing their movement between my legs.
“Come kiss our girl goodnight,” he said, moving in quicker, tighter circles.
I was on the brink of my first orgasm when Law casually strolled over to the edge of the bed, placing one knee on the mattress and covering Ijah’s hand with his own as they worked in tandem to bring me over the edge.
I silently screamed at the same moment he shoved his tongue in my mouth, kissing me with everything he had as I shuddered, unable to form a coherent thought.
When I finally came down, he pulled away and stood. “Goodnight, pretty girl.” And with one last peck on my forehead, he promised, “Tomorrow,” and exited the room.
I was going to fucking die.
Ijah shifted me abruptly then, maneuvering me so that I was face down on the bed with my ass in the air.
He shoved my face into the mattress and said while filling me completely, twisting both arms behind my back and holding them there tightly. “You’re so pretty when you come, baby. You liked that, didn’t you?” I tried to nod my head.Fuck yes, I did.“It’s my turn now.”
He fucked me with a ferocity I’d never seen from him, his thrusts filled with every pent-up emotion he’d held inside over the last several months, and I wanted every single one of them threaded into the very fiber of my existence. I wanted all of him, every second of every day for the rest of our lives.
His hips jerked and he halted his movements, his pelvis flush with my ass as he came, grunting his release. “My perfect fucking girl. God I’ve missed this pussy, the way we fit together so fucking perfectly,” he sighed as he leaned over, tilting my face toward his and kissing along my jawline. “We were made for eachother, weren’t we?”
“Yes,” I breathed. We were.
We snuggled up together, the sound of our labored breaths lulling us into a peaceful sleep.
I felt certain this wasn’t all the night had in store for us, but I was more than happy to justbefor now.
