Page 55 of Needing You

She released me, but flicked her tongue over the tip, sending my hips bucking before she gave me an innocent little look. “No?”

My gaze darkened. “No, love. I want you to ride my cock. I want to be so deep inside you I can’t tell where I end and you begin. I want my face buried in your tits while you fuck me so hard we both see stars.”

She slid her hands up my thighs and bit her lip, then crawled over me. “Guess we need a condom for that, huh?”

I supplied one immediately, happy we’d stashed some within reach before falling into each other this afternoon. She ripped one open and slid it over every sensitive, greedy inch of me. God, I’d take her hands on me any way I could get them.

She hovered over me then, sliding my tip against her slick opening. Fucking hell, she was all fire like this—in control and so hot for me, for this, it turned me liquid. Or maybe more aptly, it turned me to molten steel.

“Like this?” She asked and sank down just an inch.

My head pressed back into the pillow. “Yes. Fuck. Yes.”

I grabbed for her ass, loving the feel of her soft curves under my callused hands. I didn’t always get to use my hands, depending on what she was in the mood for. It kept things interesting, to say the least, but I appreciated using them now. Except when she slid back up, she only came down an inch or so.

“Kate, shit, please.”

“Please, what?”

I breathed through the raging need making me feel like my bones might crawl out of my skin and reached up to cup one of her perfect tits. “Please ride me like it’s your job.”

A smile flashed, and she sank all the way down, sending both of us groaning and gasping. From there, it wasn’t slow or teasing. It was furious and consuming and so fucking good that I had to think about deboning chicken or deveining shrimp to keep from losing it too soon.

I saw the flush at her neck, her nipples peaked, and I knew it was coming.Thank god.Slipping my hand around, I stroked her in time with our thrusts, knowing that—paired with hitting what she’d just said was “exactly the right spot”—should get her there.

“Will.” My name poured out as more a breath than a scream. She froze in ecstasy, back arched, showcasing each of her glorious curves.

The visual, along with knowing she was riding out her pleasure, sang through me. I roared as I came hard, so hard that I’d gotten my wish. We were both seeing stars.

She collapsed onto my chest a few seconds later, and I wrapped my arms around her as I blinked the room back into focus. This part, along with quite a few other things, were new for me. I didn’t regret my past, but I savored what we had—this closeness brought about not just by pleasure, but by love. I couldn’t imagine going back to physical exchanges without this steady pulse of love, and I prayed to God I’d never have to.

“That was pretty good,” she said, leaning an elbow up on my chest.

“Pretty good?”

She grinned full-out. “Okay, it was fantastic.”

“That’s more like it.” I laughed and wrapped her up again, rolling her, so we were side by side. “Give me one sec, and then we have some things to discuss.”

Her brows jumped, but she nodded, then watched as I slipped out of bed to clean up.

She’d gotten bolder with every interaction we’d had like this, and I’d noticed her more and more willing to ogle me while I made this little trek. She could look all she wanted because she knew damn well I was always looking at her, with or without clothes.

My phone buzzed on her dresser where I’d tossed it.Denver Dickflashed across the screen, and I rolled my eyes. This fuckin’ guy. I’d let two other calls over the last few weeks go to voice mail and hadn’t called him back. Couldn’t he take the hint? Or if not the hint, then the outrightnoI’d given him the first time?

“So what’s this we’re discussing?” she asked, rising back to her knees and luring me in with a look that had my cock already stirring for another round.

Once I got close enough, she traced a finger along the line of my pec, and it took me a hot second to remember what I wanted to talk about because my brain had snagged on a sudden vision of her sitting on my face.

Clearing my throat when she pinched my nipple, I said, “Cupcakes.”

She beamed and released me. “What about ’em?”

“You want to bake them. You want a bakery.” We’d talked a bit about her dreams, but every time the topic came up, she found a way to push it to the side.

“Yes. I do.”

“What would it look like?”

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