Page 60 of Terms + Conditions
Elizabeth clutches the cloth to her chest for a brief moment before letting it fall.
Fuck, she’s beautiful.
I bring her mouth back to mine, tasting her as I slide my hands up the sides of her body. She laces her fingers on my nape, bringing me down with her.
My left hand caresses her breast, pinching and squeezing until her nipple stands to attention through the black lace before I bend down to bite the raised bud through the fabric. She gasps, and I reach behind her to unhook her bra, tossing it to the side. I rub one nipple with the pad of my thumb, licking the other, and my tongue swirls around the straining peak. She writhes beneath me, getting more antsy as the pleasure rolls through her, and we’re only just getting started.
I run my tongue down her stomach until I reach the waistband of her shorts, her body tensing as I lift my gaze to look up at her. Her hands reach to cover the scars on her stomach. They’ve faded more over the years, but they’ll never fully be gone. I push her hands away.
“Don’t ever cover yourself in front of me.”
Tears well in her eyes, and she looks away briefly, but the pull is too strong and she meets my gaze again.
“You are sofuckingbeautiful. These don’t take anything away from you. They make you who you are, and I love who you are. I love everything about you, including every single one of these little jagged lines.” My finger traces across them, and my lips follow until I’ve traced every single one. Leaving a final kiss just below her navel, I tug the pajama shorts and panties down her legs and push her thighs apart. A soft gasp escapes her lips as the cool air touches her swollen folds.
She’s so fucking wet already.
And she’s all mine.
As much as I want to feel her come on my tongue, I’m not feeling patient tonight. I want to feel her wrapped around me the first time she comes; I want to watch her come undone beneath me, with nothing but my name on her lips.
She tries to close her legs, but I hold them still before sliding my hand up her thigh and pushing my pointer finger inside her. She practically jumps off the bed, throwing her head back with a moan. I rub my finger inside her and nip at the skin on her hip before lapping it with my tongue. I lick up her side and between the valley of her breasts, slipping another finger into her, silencing her moan with a firm, hard kiss.
“I can’t wait to be inside you,” I mumble against her lips. Her hips begin to rock against my hand when I rub small circles over her clit. It doesn’t take much for her to reach the edge, but I pull my fingers out of her without warning.
“Josh!” Elizabeth groans, at the end of her patience.
Another hard kiss before I reach for my sweats, pulling them down my thighs, and her eyes darken at the sight. Her tongue pokes out to wet her lips, eyes running up my length to the swollen head where a drop of semen glistens at the tip. Grasping my erection, I give it a few pumps before settling between her thighs.
Pinning her hips down, I tease her entrance, and she rocks her hips greedily, trying to get more.
“Stop being such a damn tease,” she says.
A smile curves my lips, and I push forward inch by inch, enjoying the feel of her enveloping me, pulling me deeper.
“Baby,” she moans when I plunge myself the rest of the way until I’m seated completely inside her. Angling myself, I flex my hips so I can move my cock in deeper, and I can feel her walls clenching around me. She reaches up, tangling her fingers in myhair and yanking me down into a demanding kiss. She locks her ankles at the small of my back and lifts her hips.
Fuck, this woman will be the death of me. She feels so good wrapped around me. No matter how much of her I get, it will never be enough.
Planting my hands on either side of her head, I pull out and thrust back in. A sound rumbles in my chest, low and deep. With each breath, a soft moan spills from her lips, and it only deepens the hunger I feel for her. The aching need for her. There’s nothing else that matters. This connection, this closeness, is what I’ve been missing for so long.
With each thrust, her back arches, and her nails dig into the taut skin of my shoulders.
“Tell me what you need, Sugar,” I grit out. “What do you need?”
“You,” she breathes.
The answer is so simple, but it shoots straight to my heart.
“You, Josh,” she repeats herself, and I kiss her to hide the emotion I know is displayed on my face. Hide the tears that brim my eyes and the pressure building in my chest. My tongue plies open her mouth, tasting every inch of her. Everything we’ve been through, all the lies, the games, the fights, the hurt…it has all led to this moment.
To the here and now. Our inability to stay away from each other, like moths to a flame. We couldn’t resist the burn anymore.
Her brown-eyed gaze is fixed on me when we part, the glow of her arousal like morning dew on her skin. I speed up my thrusts, and her walls flutter around me. I can feel the start of her orgasm. Her walls squeeze so tight it initiates my own.
“Baby, please,” she moans.
Reaching between us, I rub her clit with the pad of my thumb, and her eyes screwed shut in bliss.
