Page 98 of Always Yours

“True, or the steel pipe of the goal.”

“Or the rock-hard sheet of ice.”

“Or as hard as my shaft.”

Her laughter sputters, and neither of us can help it. We dissolve into laughter before our lips crash together in the most heated and needed kiss of my life. So much can be said, those three words included, but I don’t need to say them for her to feel them.

As we part, my eyes burn into hers as I whisper, “I love drowning between your legs.” Her eyes widen as her lips part, and everything inside me gets harder than before. “I love making you scream, and I love the taste of every single inch of you.” I can feel her heart slamming into her chest, see the lust deep in her eyes. “But I will never expect, ask, or even demand that you give me that pleasure, Janie.”

Tears glisten in her eyes. “And if I want to?”

“I mean, I won’t stop you,” I say with a strained laugh. “But I want it to be at your comfort, your pace, and when you want to do it.”

A tear splashes against my bare chest, and my heart shatters for this woman. She swallows as she runs her fingers along my lips. I know she wants to say something. I know she is struggling with her emotions, and fuck, so am I.

To save us both, I capture her lips with mine.

With hope that she knows my kiss is my promise.

thirty-two

Austen

There is something very different about this kiss.

It feels desperate. Uncontrollable. As if he has never said truer words. Within seconds, I feel that, and I don’t understand it. I don’t want to, though; I just want him. I slide my fingers into his hair. His heart is pounding against mine as he reaches down, taking me by the backs of the thighs and positioning them so I straddle him. His cock is hard underneath me, throbbing against my center and making heat course through every single inch of me. He sits up without any warning, his mouth still devouring mine as he grabs ahold of my butt and stands up like I weigh nothing more than a feather. I wrap my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist as he carries me to his room.

Excitement rushes through me because I’ve never been in his room. I know he isn’t bringing me here for a tour of the space, but rather a tour of his bed. Which is A-OK with me. His knee hits the bed first, and my ass sits on his thigh. He draws back, pulling my shirt up and over my head before unhooking my bra and tossing it behind him. The moonlight shines against his jaw, his strong chest, and even makes the cross around his neck glitter. I’m lost in the beauty of him before I reach out, running my fingertips over his cross.

Something moves in his eyes. “It doesn’t bother you, does it? With what you have come from?”

I shake my head. “Absolutely not. It’s very beautiful.”

“Okay. I’d take it off if it did.”

My breath catches at his offer. “Dimitri, I wouldn’t—”

“But I’m glad it doesn’t, because I really love it.”

I grin at him, overwhelmed by everything bubbling inside me. His dimples disappear, his eyes dark, before he takes my mouth once more. He lays me down on the bed, his mouth traveling over my chin. He covers my body with his, his knees trapping one of my thighs as he licks and sucks down to my collarbone. His kisses are deliberate and taunting as he samples parts of my skin. It’s as if he is blindfolded, trying to discover and map out every inch of me. His tongue swirls around my hard peaks, squeezing and molding my breasts in his palms before leaving them behind for my belly.

He drags my sweatpants down along with my panties, tossing them to the side before kissing my belly button and down to right above my center. “Are your feet cold? Do you need me to get your socks?”

I grin at him, the moonlight shining in his intoxicating eyes. “I need you, Dimitri.”

I’m met with a carnal sound before he opens my legs with his shoulders and covers my center with his face. He laps at me with his tongue, slow, unfair swipes up my lips and then back down. I almost come off the bed at the sensation. He presses his tongue inside my lips, finding my entrance before circling his tongue around it. Everything goes tight; I try to squeeze my thighs together, but those shoulders of his won’t allow it.

I’m lost in the pleasure of him, but then I feel his thumb replace his tongue, and it surprises me in a delectable way. His tongue makes its way to my clit as he strokes his thumb in and out of me, not rushing, paying attention to my trembling body. He sucks me, he licks me, and he drives me wild with desire. Everything inside me is hot, my body feels as if I’ll somehow explode, but I don’t want him to stop.

“Please don’t stop. Please,” I cry, shaking under his touch, and his chuckle against my center has my fingers and heels digging into the bed. I squirm under his mouth, unable to handle it, and soon I’m rocking against his lips.

A deep, guttural moan vibrates against my center, and then he has my hips in his hands, flipping us over so that my knees end up on either side of his head.

“Fuck my mouth, Janie,” he demands against my pulsating center. “Right. Fucking. Now.”

“Oh, oh,” I cry out in surprise as I look down at him.

The look in his eyes is downright sinful, and I do as he wants, rocking against his mouth. His fingers bite into my butt as he sucks me into his mouth. He fucks me with his tongue, sucks my clit, and soon, I’m lost in the pleasure. I let my head fall back, my hands coming up and holding my breasts as I ride his mouth, feeling my release building. He slips his hand between my legs and pushes his thumb deep inside me, and his tongue goes crazy against my clit, drawing the filthiest sounds from my body.

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