Page 32 of Sustain

What is finally eroding the last of my restraint? Is this cozy isolation from real life, allowing our true selves to emerge? Is my near brush with mortality making me question what really matters? Or is it just the crazy magnetic pull of this incredibleman who somehow sees the real me that I hide from almost everyone?

Between watching him read, the way he’s staring at me right now with a slight glint in his eyes like he knows exactly what I’m thinking, and every other amazingly fantastic thing he’s done the last two days, I think it’s about time I gave in.

I sit up briefly and pluck the book from his hands, dog ear the page he was on, and toss it on the coffee table.

He inhales an audible gasp and covers his mouth with a hand. “You blasphemer, you.”

Grabbing his hands, I pull him toward me as I lay back. “I guess I’ve been a very bad girl then, huh?”

He stretches himself over top of me with a sly smile, “I guess you have.” Hovering over me while holding himself up on his elbows, he studies my face. I can see the question in his eyes, the desire that matches my own. And I want nothing more than to give in to it.

“Well, what are you going to do about it?” I ask, dragging a nail down the side of his neck. The degree of satisfaction I get when he squirms under my touch is entirely too much. I love that a little touch like that from me can get that kind of a reaction from him. And that’s not all I feel as his growing erection presses against me.

There’s still a question in his eyes and he seems to be hesitating despite his obvious interest in taking this farther. “Are you sure you want me to do something about this reprehensible behavior? I’m not doing a damn thing until you say it’s OK.”

If there was something more perfect that he could have said right then, I have no clue what it could be, because that was exactly the right thing to say. Not only is this man hot, but he’s principled.

Fucking hell.

“Oh, I am absolutely sure I want you to do something about it,” I say pulling him down to nip at his bottom lip. In that same motion, I grind up against his hard cock feeling myself warm in anticipation. “And you’d better do it soon.”

He doesn’t say anything in response but takes my mouth with his, a growl rumbling low in his throat as his tongue thrashes against mine. The ties on my braid come undone, and he runs his nimble fingers through my hair. He wraps it around his fist and gently pulls, forcing my head back and exposing my neck.

As his mouth glides along my jaw and down my throat, his teeth graze and bite ever so lightly with just the right combination of pleasure and pain. The mix of heat from his wet tongue and coolness from the air of his breath against my delicate skin sends me into a frenzy. I have to be careful with my leg, but I’m doing what I can to make room for him.

Reaching down, I grab the hem of his shirt and drag it slowly up his torso, watching his tattoos flex and dance along with our heavy breathing. Before he returns to kiss me, he removes my shirt and drops it on top of his own. When he sees I’m not wearing a bra he cups both of my breasts in his hands, massaging them with something close to devotion in his eyes. Feathering his touch along my nipples with his thumb, his gaze grows ravenous, and he leans in to greedily suck one while roughly teasing the other.

I drag my nails down his back as he sears my skin with blistering intensity, savoring the taste of me as his kisses travel across my stomach and passed my navel. My thighs are already trembling as he carefully removes the rest of my clothes, and the awareness of him concentrating on my entire body, which is now exposed, builds a craving so deep within me that I can’t take much more.

“Look at you.” His breath is coming out in shuddering waves. “Look at this perfection, all for me. Is this for me too?” he asks, running a tantalizing finger through my center causing my hips too buck in response.

I grope for him again, but he slides down the couch and out of reach as he traces kisses up my thighs. The aching between my legs builds even more when he reaches my core. Rolling his tongue over my clit with firm and demanding strokes, the throbbing pleasure becomes overwhelming as the intensity crests.

My fingers rush through his hair, and I don’t know whether I’m trying to hold him in place or push him away, maybe both. All I know is the sensation flooding through me causes me to cry out in ways I never have before. He barely touched me, and yet I practically came instantly as soon as he did.

“That’s it. That’s my girl,” he whispers, kissing his way back up my body, the vibrations in my bloodstream still simmering beneath the surface. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”

“What’s that?” I ask my breathing still labored. My fingers are still reaching for his cock but he’s deftly avoiding me. It’s getting frustrating.

I can feel him smile against my neck as he says, “My name.”

Did I call out his name? I don’t even remember. I was so lost to the sensation of bliss coursing through me, that I could have been speaking in tongues for all I know.

“Why won’t you let me touch you?” I ask, tugging on his hair so he’ll look at me. “I want to return the favor.”

“So, I just did you a favor?” His sly smile barely has time to register before his mouth is on mine, the salt of my own skin, my own essence, coming back to me.

In coming up to kiss me, however, he brought himself within my reach, and I take advantage of it, reaching into his pants and taking hold of his smooth shaft. His breath hitches as I glidemy fist up and down, clutching his thick erection with the same urgency he paid to my clit.

“Come for me baby,” I whisper hoarsely, feeling every single one of his muscles tense at my words. I almost feel drunk with power knowing that my touch arouses the quickening within him. “Let it go. Let yourself go.”

“Fuck. Christ. Mackenzie.” He buries his face into the crook of my neck as he surges into my hand. Erupting on a groan. Hot and wet and sexy as fuck.

Carefully he settles over me, still breathless and panting, and I wrap an arm around him. He’s still semi-erect and I haven’t let him go yet, so I swirl his tip with my thumb, feeling him quiver with each brush of skin.

“You need to stop doing that, Mackenzie. Or I’m not going to be responsible for what I do next.”

I grip him tighter. “All I hear is blah blah blah, challenge, blah blah blah.” I can’t help the smile that comes along with my words.

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