Page 101 of Free to Live
I moan even as I tighten around him. “Joe,” I beseech. I want him inside me now. I want to feel connected to the man I love, the only man I will ever love.
He joins me on the bed. Our skin is still damp from the hot tub, but as we roll with each other across the bed, the sheets begin to absorb the moisture from our skin. I’m on my back when Joe frames my face, his own awash in wonderment. “You said yes.”
“Of course I did,” I say simply. “I love you.”
The pupils from his eyes obliterate the blue as our passion kicks up to a whole new level.
Joe’s mouth becomes voracious everywhere: the curve of my shoulder, the bend of my elbow, the underside of my breast. He’s making a feast of my body. My skin—as pale as it is—is sure to have abrasions on it tomorrow.
I don’t give a shit.
I’m giving back as good as I’m getting with my mouth and my hands, finding every sensitive spot on his body. The underside of his bicep is a particularly sweet spot. I linger there for a few minutes before he pushes me away, panting.
I’m up on all fours crawling over him when he urges me, “Keep going, sweetheart,” after I’ve straddled his hips.
Confused, I tilt my head, hair falling everywhere. “Up or…” My lids lower to half-mast. “Down.”
With a growl, he pulls my hips over his stomach until the inside of my thighs have been abraded by the friction. “Up…for now.”
Wow.I begin to pull my lip between my teeth, but Joe forestalls that by sticking a finger in my mouth for me to suck on instead. Holy hell.
“I might not make it,” I admit after I release his finger. His smile is pure wickedness, but all he does is crook his finger at me, encouraging me higher as he slides down flat onto the bed.
“You’ll make it. In fact—” He lifts my hips when they’re in range to adjust them over his mouth. I grab ahold of the headboard for purchase. “You might ‘make it’ a couple of times before I let you go.”
I whimper in response to his words and to the gentle feel of his tongue on the inside crease of my hip.
My head falls backward, and I grip the upholstered headboard tighter as Joe makes a meal of me. He parts my lips with his thumbs, trails his lips up to latch onto my clit.
I let out a long moan.
One, two fingers enter me so deeply that my insides begin to quiver. “Too quick,” I gasp.
“No quick enough,” he snarls. His lips and chin are damp with me. He looks disheveled and delicious. He begins again and I know I’m going to fly over the edge but…
“I want my turn,” I manage to gasp out.
Joe stills beneath me. Quickly, I swing a leg over him and reverse my position so I’m facing his legs. Sliding my body against his hair-roughened one sends shivers down me.
But now I can taste him.
“Have I mentioned I love your mind, Mrs. Soon-to-be-Bianco?” my future husband murmurs against the inside of my thigh.
I merely trail my lips up his shaft in response. Right before I swallow him deep.
For long moments, we’re so consumed in devouring the other, we manage to hold off. But then Joe slides his mouth from my center and bites the inside of my quivering thigh. “Sweetheart, I need to be inside of you,” he says hoarsely.
Giving his cock a final tug with my mouth, and eliciting a deep groan, I free him. I start to roll off him when he stills me.
“Sit up and ride me. Take me, baby.”
Bracing my hands in between his spread legs, I balance myself, and then I feel the familiar nudge of his cock head against me. Pushing down slowly, so slowly, it isn’t until I feel the dusting of hair against my ass do I feel complete. Whole in both my body and soul for the first time ever.
This man loves me—Holly. Every dark part of me, he accepted. And we’re going to be married. It’s no wonder I have tears streaming down my face when my head is turned to the side to accept his kiss.
“Why the tears?” he whispers.
“I’m so happy.”
