Page 5 of Sweet Refuge

“Your tongue. My pussy. Now!” Her demand hit his brain a millisecond before he threw her ankles over his shoulders and delved his tongue deep inside her.

Hell, he’d hoped to take a few minutes to get a grip on his own lust but tasting Lena sent his body into overdrive. Precum leaked from the tip of his cock and created a wet ring on his boxer briefs. Her throaty moans made his balls pound.

When the spike of one high heel dug a little too hard into his back, he rocked back to meet the pain. Swirling his tongue over her slick folds, he located her hard nubbin and sucked it. Then he alternately ground it into her body with the tip of his tongue—just the way she fucking loved it.

Her body bowed underneath him. The rough gasps exploding from her lips morphed into small screams that ended on a wail as she came on his tongue.

He didn’t let her mind engage. That was when things got bad and she ran from him.

Shoving onto his knees, he rid himself of his clothes. Then he grabbed her by the hips and yanked her down the bed until the cum-covered tip of his cock met her soaking pussy.

“Say my name, Lena,” he rasped. His jaw felt about ready to break under the need to feed his cock into her tight walls.

Her eyelids fluttered, and the pink flush coating her beautiful body crept into her cheeks. “Slade!”

In one hard shove, he filled her.

Ohhh, sweet fucking heaven. Bliss, ecstasy and damnation. The woman tore down every single one of his walls and left him aching and vulnerable.

And she knew it.

She wielded that power over him. He might love it—like now—but it drove him crazy too.

As he buried his cock to the point of no return, she dragged him down and bit his shoulder. He hissed as the pain mingled with the blast of emotion this woman always dragged out of him whenever he was inside her.

Her insides squeezed him. Milked him. Cum boiled up from his balls and there was no holding it at bay.

“Come with me.” He rocked faster, pounded her harder. Their sweat mingled on their bodies, and he followed a bead down her throat.

The shudders rolling through her turned into a quake. She clamped her strong thighs around his waist and stilled.

Watching her face, he slammed into her one time…two. The moment she shattered, he let go.

Hot spurts of cum showered her walls, and he took her mouth. Their kiss spiraled on and on and on, and so did their release.

When he collapsed on top of her, breathing hard, she shoved at his shoulder.

“You can get up now.”

He inwardly howled. Not this again.

“And not enjoy our afterglow, lover?”

She snorted. “You mean our bad mistake.”

He lifted his head and pierced her in his stare. Her eyes were still hazy with the passion she’d never admit to in a million lifetimes, but she forced annoyance into them.

“I mean,” he said in slow, measured syllables, “crazy hot reunion sex.”

She tried to shove him away again. Rolling off, he hauled her up against him and locked her to his side.

She lay there all of three seconds before she battled her way out of his arms, off the bed, and made a grab for her dress.

He buried his face in the pillow and punched the empty one next to his head. The one where she would be right now if she weren’t so damn stubborn.

Letting out a groan, he said, “Why can’t you just see that we belong together, Lena?”

She shimmied into her dress and bent her arm behind her at an awkward angle. He heard the teeth of her zipper grinding into place.

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