Page 50 of Resurrecting His Soul
She held her arms up and he made quick work of removing her shirt, then her bra, then he took a moment to just stare at her. It would have been easy to feel shy or insecure with someone staring at her while she was so exposed, but not with Ricardo. When he looked at her all she felt was beautiful and loved—very much loved. Sliding her fingers beneath the bottom of his shirt, she ran her hands up his chest, pushing his shirt up with them. When she got to his shoulders, he lifted his arms, and she removed his shirt and tossed it to the floor before bringing her hands right back to his chest. She just wanted to touch him forever. He followed suit, bringing one hand to her back, then he ran the other down her neck, past her collarbone, and between her breasts. He cupped her breast in his hand and pulled her closer with his other hand. When he lowered his head, she held her breath until she felt his tongue teasing her nipple.
“Ahh,” she cried, digging her nails into his chest.
He took his time moving to her other breast, then brought her other nipple into his mouth. Her whole body was pulsing. With every lick and suck, she thought she was going to go fall over the edge and climax before ever taking off her pants. When he pulled back, she grabbed his face and pulled it to hers, kissing him hard, trying to show him all the ways he made her feel. She opened up to him, and when their tongues caressed, she felt it in her core.
Ricardo ran his hands down her back, over her ass, and up around her thighs, then he gripped the back of her legs. In the next minute, he flipped them both over with her legs wrapped around his waist without ever disconnecting their kiss. She rocked her hips against him, and they both moaned.
He sat up and began pulling at her pants. “I have to be inside you,” he groaned.
Lifting her hips off the bed to help him, he reached underneath her and pulled off her pants and panties in one swoop. Then he made quick work of removing his, and he was soon back between her legs, but this time with nothing separating their bodies.
Lisandra gripped his shoulders and rocked her sex against his erection. “I want you inside me. Make love to me, Ricardo.”
With a growl, he kissed her and pushed himself into her core at the same time. She had never felt so full, or so complete the way she did in that moment, making love to her soulmate. He started off slow, and she rocked her body with his, as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her.
Ricardo brought his mouth to her ear. “You feel so good. I’ve missed you.”
“Ahh, I’ve missed you too.”
He ran his tongue around her jaw line until he met her mouth. She opened right up for him, loving the sensations that engulfed her body when he kissed her while they made love. She felt her fangs descending, and it was clear she was not alone when a moment later she felt the sting of Ricardo’s fangs grazing her bottom lip. When he licked her lip, taking the small bead of her blood into him, she nearly climaxed. A sudden urge swept through her while she looked at Ricardo, his fangs on display while he rocked into her body, sending waves of euphoria dancing through her.
“Bite me,” she said, breathily.
A low growl reverberated up his throat, and she felt it vibrate in his chest. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Ricardo gripped her hips and shifted her up so their connection was even closer, if that were possible, and it made his thrusts deeper. Then he brought his head to her neck and slowly sank his fangs into her vein. The rush of ecstasy overtook her.
“Ahh, Ricardo!”
She rolled her hips, wanting to feel even more of him, and he growled against her throat, then he began pumping deeper. Faster. She couldn’t hold back any longer, and she dug her nails into his shoulders while her pleasure rocked through her body, and her climax hit her like a tsunami. Ricardo released her neck, then licked the punctures.
“God, I love you,” he hissed, then he brought his mouth back to hers.
Another orgasm overtook her when he kissed her, and he dug his hands into her hips and thrust until she felt his heat fill her and felt the vibrations of him groaning against her mouth. He slowed his movements and they both rode the waves. When he rolled over, he pulled her with him until she was lying on his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her softly.
He pulled his head back, and ran his fingers over her cheek, pushing her hair behind her ears, and he met her eyes.
“Thank you,” he said.
She smiled and laughed softly. “Thank you, too.”
He shook his head. “No, I mean thank you for saving me.”
“I think you got that backwards.”
“Not at all. You saved yourself, but me, you saved me in ways I never thought possible. I didn’t even realize how lost I was until I found you. You, my love, you brought me back to life, and I am going to spend every day of forever grateful for you and loving you.”
Tears ran down her face, but for once they were tears of joy. “You don’t have to thank me for loving you, not ever. Loving you is the easiest and best thing I’ve ever done.”
He pulled her up closer to him and kissed her, then he pressed their foreheads together. “You are my family now.”
“You are my family too. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
She laid her head on his chest, and with his hand making small circles over her back, she closed her eyes and drifted back to sleep.
