Page 114 of Rescuing Rebel

“Welcome home,” she murmurs, nuzzling my jaw.

“God, I missed you.” I breathe her in, overwhelmed with gratitude that she’s safe. After everything, having this chance to build a life together feels like a gift.

Our kisses begin lazy and unhurried, a reminder we have all the time in the world, but as desire rushes through us, our kisses grow rougher and more passionate.

We struggle with our clothing, tearing it away in our frantic rush to divest ourselves of any barrier between us. Running rough with desire, I yank off her shirt and smirk at the widening of her lids. I pull her roughly against me, claiming her mouth with mine, loving the way she trembles for me with a raw mixture of fear and pleasure.

She surprises me when she goes to her knees. My cock twitches eagerly, anticipating the heat of her mouth and the rough rasp of her tongue. My heart thunders as I reach for her hair and wrap it around my wrist. A primal and fierce need for her roars within me.

The air crackles with raw sexual desire, and my muscles quiver with the need to possess her in every way. My free hand finds her throat, and I trace the delicate line where her pulse thrums with desire. With her hair wrapped around my wrist and my hand guiding the back of her head, I pull her to my eager cock.

“Open.” It’s a single word but filled with male dominance.

That subtle shift in our power dynamic is a heady aphrodisiac, and Rebel responds. She opens her mouth and takes me in, licking and sucking as I press into her.

The pleasure is intense, and I groan, urging her to take more of me. I move my hand to guide her movements, loving how she uses her mouth and tongue to pleasure me. I thrust deeper, feeling a wave of pleasure building within me, but before I come, I need to be inside her.

I pull away, quickly lifting her onto the couch. Then it’s me who goes to my knees. Rebel’s entire body trembles, her eyes dark with desire as I notch the flare of my cock between her folds. She knows what’s coming and shifts her hips to welcome me.

I plunge into her, and her gasp of pleasure shoots through me like a liquid bolt of lightning. We move together, our bodies finding the perfect rhythm. Her tight heat wraps me in a blissful cocoon, and I thrust deeper and harder, loving how my cock slides in and out of her body.

I love watching her come. Love the way her face morphs as pleasure races through her body. Love how her eyes roll back as the pleasure builds. How her inner walls grip me with delicious, sweet heat.

With each thrust, I sink deeper and deeper into her, joining us together as one. The tension in her body builds as I bring her closer and closer to the edge.

“Come for me,” I urge her in a voice filled with raw, desperate need.

Her entire body clenches around me, her body shuddering in pleasure as she cries out my name. Her orgasm triggers mine, and I bury my face in the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent and feeling her body arch beneath me.

I groan with my release, barely able to stand the sensations rushing through me. Our moans mingle together, a unique symphony that is just us.

I collapse onto her, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine. We stay like that for a while, with me still buried deep inside her, both of us panting and locked in the perfect embrace until my breathing slows and the last of the tension leaves my body. I run my hand over her back, feeling the warmth of her body against mine.

“I love you,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“I love you too,” she whispers, her voice still husky with desire. “And I love it when you get bossy during sex.”

“I aim to please.” I smile and pull her closer, grateful to finally have her beside me and happy I have a home to come home to. “You make it fun coming home after a long day.”

“Then it’s me who aims to please.” She cups my face and pulls me in for a kiss.

Once is not enough. It’s merely the beginning, and I shamelessly take everything she offers again and again.

Unbound by rules or reason, we chase euphoria as our bodies join together over and over again. The primal rhythm of our movements turns frenzied and raw, building anticipation until neither of us can take it any longer.

I take her on her knees, bend her over the couch, fuck her on the kitchen counter and against the far wall. If it’s a flat surface, vertical or horizontal, I make good use of it. That includes the shower. Our cries harmonize with the pounding surf below as pleasure crests and rushes over us in waves.

Her breathy moans fuel my hunger. Lost in her, nothing exists except skin on skin. Her gasps and my grunts. We’re consumed by rapture as pleasure courses through us both.

I move my lips against her skin, tasting the salt on her neck as her hands run through my hair. My heart skips a beat as I realize this is what it means to be truly alive.

I trace my tongue along her shoulder as our breathing slows.

My hands slide up her body, and I flip her onto her knees, pushing into her deeply from behind. Her muscles flex as she pushes back against me, moaning deeply. The softness of her skin intoxicates me. The silky grip of her walls wrapping around my cock drives me insane.

My hands slide from her hips up her sweaty skin, tracing the shape of her rib cage and the swell of her breasts until they gather at her nape. Here, I fist her hair and draw her head back.

With each thrust, I force her head to turn, demanding access to her mouth. My hips move in time with hers as our sweat-slickened skin glides together. I slow the pace, working us closer to climax but also enjoying the path getting there.

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