Page 93 of Full Throttle

Our lips met, and we were off again, kissing with abandon as I whimpered and he groaned.

He moved again, taking us down out the living room and into the hall.

I needed more. I needed everything.

I sucked his bottom lip in between my teeth, and he let out a guttural growl before slamming my back against the wall, the picture frames around me rattling. He pulled away from me, his hands going to my shirt, his movements hurried. I lifted my arms, and the shirt was gone, over my head and on the floor.

I grabbed his face, kissing him again as he began to grind against me, my core quivering, wetness gathering in my panties. His hands snaked to my back, flicking my bra open before he yanked my hands away from his face. As he tossed my bra to the ground, his eyes dropped to my chest. My breasts weren’t pretty. They didn’t look like the ones you saw on the porn sites or TV shows. My nipples weren’t a pretty pink, more like a dusty one. My boobs weren’t perky; they sagged.

Fear slammed into me then, and the longer he stared, the more self-conscious I became. A lump formed in my throat, but before I could suggest that we stop, his hand engulfed one of my breasts, his hot, rough palm sending goosebumps across my skin, and I couldn’t help but let my head fall back as a sigh left me. His fingers kneaded my breast, feeling the weight of it, and my clit started to hum with need.

“Cain,” I whimpered.

His lips moved to my exposed neck before he dragged his sinful tongue up the column of my neck, his fingers shifting and pinching my nipple. “Years, clover,” he said, his voice low and thick with need. “Been trying to picture these tits for years.”

My hands snaked up the back of his neck and into his hair as he trailed his tongue back down my neck, going lower and lower. He alternated between licking and kissing my skin as I stared at the ceiling, praying to the heavens I wasn’t a disappointment for him.

“I know they aren’t very—”

“Nik, I nearly came at the sight of them a second ago,” he said, his mouth over my nipple, his warm breath skating over the sensitive bud. “Perfect tits, baby. So damn perfect.”

I blinked, and his mouth was on my nipple, sucking deeply as my back arched. I moaned at the sensation, his tongue flicking against it. Pleasure shot through me like a bolt of lightning. My fingers yanked his hair, holding him to me. “Oh, fuck,” I cried, my eyes rolling back as my hips moved against him, his hands dropping to my ass as he released my nipple with a pop before going to the other one.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered, latching on to it as a deep groan sounded from his throat.

“I need—I need more,” I gasped, one of my hands leaving his hair before I shoved it between us. My hand went to the button of my jeans as he held me against the wall, sucking my breast.

He pressed me further into the wall to help me. His hand slapped mine away before he flicked the button of my jeans open, pulling down the zipper. He released my nipple, bringing his head up, his lips going to my ear. “Drop a leg, beautiful.”

I did and, as soon as my toes were on the ground, he maneuvered us, opening my jeans further. His eyes met mine as I told him, “I can—”

“You’re out of your fucking mind if you think I’m not touching your sweet pussy,” he cut me off as he shoved his hand into my jeans and panties. His fingers found my core, and years of pent-up need surged forward. My eyes rolled back as he worked his finger over my clit. Up and down. Side to side. In a circle. It was heaven. I was in heaven. My mouth hung open as my body became overwhelmed, climbing higher and higher to the peak. I felt him lean over me, his breath against my forehead.

“That’s a good girl,” he cooed. “Letting me play with this needy clit.”

“C-Cain,” I stammered, my eyes flying open to find his focused on me—not on his hand between my legs.

“What is it, Nik?” he whispered just before he shifted his hand and pushed a finger into me.

I couldn’t hold my eyes open, I knew that, but I was willing to try. This became difficult when he started finger-fucking me, and when he added a second finger, I gave in. My head fell back against the wall, my nails digging into his biceps as I tried to hold steady. When my hips started moving in time with his hand, a dark, low sound left him, causing more goosebumps to scatter over my skin.

“I have to tell you something,” he said, his lips against the shell of my ear now. “Something important.”

This wasn’t the time.

I needed him to continue.

I needed to come—all over his hand.

“Cain, please,” I begged, my voice shaking as my clit hummed.

“I need you to open those pretty eyes,” he murmured, pulling his fingers out of me, moving up to my throbbing bundle of nerves. He circled my clit in a torturous manner, and I could hardly focus.

When my eyes opened, all I saw was him. His soul was shining bright within his pale blue eyes as they shimmered with something—

—something that looked a lot like love.

The thought of Cain loving me—after all this time—sent my body into overdrive, the peak closer than before. “St-stop looking at me like that,” I shuddered, my hips moving faster.

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