Page 32 of Lost Times

Swallowing around my dry throat, I reached for him, tugging at the hem of his shirt until it pulled out of his pants. “You are too,” I said, watching as his eyes melted a bit more. Some of the heat banked, making room for something else, something intense.

I didn’t have a name for it, but seeing it angled at me made my heart flip in my chest. Putting that aside to consider later, I worked his shirt off and rested a hand on the buckle of his pants. The fabric tented, and my fingers itched to trail lower even as I held them in line.

Trailing my thumb along the line of hair leading down, I tugged pointedly at his pants. “I want to see all of you too,” I said and he nodded, kicking off the pants after I undid his belt. Once we were equally naked, I took him in.

He wasn’t covered in muscle, but there was a slight tone there. My fingers trailed over every dip and hollow, marking them into my memory. When I drifted down to the thick length hovering between us, he sucked in a breath and leaned harder on the wall.

“Careful, Thalia. It’s been a long time, and we don’t want this to be over before it’s even started.” He said, voice choked and all but vibrating with need. I heeded the warning and left his length alone, pressing my palm against his chest instead.

Pulling him into another kiss, I melted against him, letting the rest of the world fade away. His frame pressing me into the wall was all that I cared about, and when his fingers dipped between my thighs again, pulling the underwear off for better access, everything dissolved into fireworks.

Two fingers sank nearly all the way, scissoring out as he groaned. No words came from him, but I didn’t need them. I knew that groan.

Sliding out, he tightened his arm around my waist and lifted me. Instinctively, my legs wrapped around his waist, and he carried me to the bed. Once he set me down, soft blankets much preferred to hard walls, he shifted to lean over me with a hum.

“I didn’t savor you how I should have last time. I’ll fix that now.”

He didn’t give me time to piece together what he meant. In a heartbeat he was between my thighs, tongue reacquainting itself with molten skin. The first lick arched my back off the bed, the second I rocked into his mouth, and the third had my thighs curling around his head to hold him there.

He hummed his approval, the vibrations dragging a cry from me as my hands found their way into his hair. He pulled back long enough to say, “Don’t hold back. I want to feel you,” then he continued, my mind whiting out when he rolled the bundle of nerves at my entrance.

I teetered on the knife’s edge in no time at all, and I tugged at his hair in warning. He nodded, pulling away and reaching for the condom. “I’ll come back to that later, but for now I need this.”

He rolled it down his length, then positioned himself. Hesitating a second, he leaned his head on mine and locked eyes with me. Not looking away, he slowly pressed in. The first inch sank in with no resistance, the familiar stretch nearly rolling my eyes back.

When he’d halfway pressed in, he slowed, giving small thrusts back and forth as he inched his way down. It was maddening, every buck grinding against sensitive walls until I all but writhed under him, needing more.

He shook his head, jaw grit in determination. “If I go any faster, it’ll hurt.”

Maybe a little, but right now that was worth it.

Snaking my legs around his hips, I tightened them and snapped up against him. He froze, a choked off hiss sounding through the room as he sank to the base. I felt every pulse and twitch he gave, rolling my hips to drag just a few more, and he huffed.

“Impatient.”

His tone was strained, though, and his hips gave tiny bucks, his resistance failing more by the second. Good, I didn’t want his ironclad control right now, I wanted the near frenzy he’d had the last time we were in bed together.

With that in mind, I wrapped my arms around his neck and thrust upward, nipping his ear and whispering. “Yes, now stop holding back.”

Shifting to his neck, I bit down gently, sucking until a bruise was sure to form. It was just low enough that his usual shirts would cover it, but I’d know it was there tomorrow. That’s what mattered.

His resistance shattered and he gripped my hips, drilling hard as he abandoned all attempts at control. I threw my head back, relishing in it as I bit my palm to muffle any sounds that might have come otherwise.

He swiveled hard, nailing something deep and swollen inside, and his hand rolled the nub at my entrance in perfect sync. Everything exploded, and I toppled over the edge, riding it out as his choked groaning rang in my ears.

He managed a few more thrusts, then stilled, panting with me as we recovered from it. He shuddered, limbs struggling to hold his weight, and I tugged him down. Wrapping my arms around him, I kissed his chest and revealed in the fact that I coulddo thatnow.

Last time I’d had to restrain myself, unsure what all he’d be okay with contact-wise, but now it was different. I didn’t have to leave after this, and that fact swept waves of happiness through me.

Smiling against his skin, I soaked in the relief and peace floating through the air. After a minute, he pulled back, dragging the blankets over us. When he’d settled on his side, nose inches away from mine, he hesitated.

“Do you want me to stay or go?” He asked and before he could even twitch toward the door, I gripped him closer.

“Stay.”

He relaxed, all but melting into the sheets with a nod. “Okay.”

Cuddling up into his throat, I ignored the doubts still nipping away at my heels. We were going to do this, and I wasn’t letting them stop me now. If things went belly up, I would at least be able to say I’d given it my best.

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