Page 86 of Free to Live
Ripping off his long-sleeve white tee, he yanks me into his body before capturing my lips again. I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my breasts against his hair-roughened chest. My nipples harden inside the cups of silk covering them as they rub against the rough abrasion of his chest hair. Breaking our kiss, my hair cascades down my back over his arms that band me against him.
“So beautiful,” he whispers. “Never anything like you before. So delicate, strong, and…”
“What?” I whisper as I run my fingers through his hair. Tipping his head back, I lean down and kiss his brow, his eyes, his nose, before brushing my lips against his.
Joe reaches behind me for the clasp of my bra. “A miracle,” he murmurs. “Every inch of you is a gift.” He stands to his full height. “But the inches that are the most precious are those that sit right here.” Pulling back slightly, he runs his fingers along my collarbone and then gently down between my breasts. He cups the weight gently in his hand.
My head falls forward and crashes into his chest. I hear the breath escape his mouth as I scrape my nails lightly down his chest. I open my mouth and press my lips over the part of him that blew past my defenses.
His heart.
“Holly.” His tortured groan makes me bolder. My eyes flick upward. His head is bowed down toward mine, his fingers trailing up and down my arms. “I love how you feel against me.”
“I want you to feel it all,” I breathe against his skin. Seconds later, I’m airborne before landing against his firm bed. I barely have a chance to get my bearings when I feel him crawl up my body, his hard, warm body in direct contrast to the crisp sheets beneath me.
Our legs tangle together; our hands and lips are roaming on each other’s bodies as we roll across his expansive bed. Joe pins me facedown and begins nuzzling the nape of my neck, sending chills down my spine. I arch my back, trying to push my shoulders tighter against his chest when suddenly, his control snaps.
Flipping me onto my back, he growls, “Lose your shoes,” as he begins to attack my belt feverishly.
All too willing to comply, I pry off my flats, kicking them somewhere. His hands slowly skim from my shoulders down gently over my breasts, my stomach, which quivers under his touch, until he reaches the snap of my jeans.
I might pass out from how hard I’m panting. The nights I dreamed of him touching me don’t come close to the feel of his hands burning through my skin. The desperate longing in his eyes obliterates anything my imagination tried to conjure in my sleep. The heat of his mouth on my skin causes me to writhe against his sheets, helpless to anything but the feel of this man, this moment.
This love.
“Faster, baby,” I whisper, encouraging him to pick up the pace. But my body reacts with a head-to-toe shiver beneath the slow perusal he gives me once he’s stripped my jeans off and tossed them off to the side of the bed, leaving me in nothing but a pair of damp silk panties I would do just about anything to have melt away.
Joe trails his fingers lazily over the skin of my ankle, up and over my knee, until gravity forces him over me again. Now, the abrasion of his jeans against my inner thighs causes me to whimper.
It’s not enough.
I rock my hips up against him. He thrusts me back into the bed. Lowering his head, he captures a beaded nipple into his mouth before flicking it with his tongue. Then he holds it to the roof of his mouth before rolling it with his tongue. Then, I groan aloud as he nips at it before sucking it deep. Soon, he switches to my other nipple to deliver the same delicious torment. I can’t stand it.
I cry out, “Oh my God!” before my fingers holding his head in place tighten almost to the point of pain. My hips are furiously rolling into him, seeking relief.
He doesn’t make me wait.
Joe lifts one hand up to my mouth, slipping his thumb between my lips. I suck on it greedily before he pulls it out and yanks at my panties. Without losing my gaze, he moves his in fingers, curling them against my front wall, his thumb brushing against my clit simultaneously.
I detonate.
My head flies forward against his shoulder, and I bite down. Hard. Laving my tongue against him, I mark him as surely as he’s branding me.
Mine. It’s all I can think as Joe’s fingers prolong the waves of my orgasm with their slow thrust in and out of my body. His head turns from where it was buried in the pillow, and his lips find mine again. After our lips break away slightly, he whispers, “You’re beautiful, sweetheart.”
I blush. “I always wondered how far that blush went.” His eyes travel the length of my body before they raise back up to mine. “And now I know.” I shake my head.
“Is that all you want?” I lift my hips. His face darkens, and he swallows hard.
“No.”
Sliding a hand over his flank, I pull him closer. “Do you want to know what I want to know?”
His breath wafts over my face as he leans in. “Yes.”
My lips are touching his when I whisper, “If your body being connected to mine is going to feel as good as the nights I dreamed about it.”
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