Page 75 of Bright Soul

To be soft, when all I’d ever been was hard and unyielding.

“I need you, too,” I murmured. “Touch me.”

“Where?” she asked.

“Everywhere.”

Her palms ran up to my shoulders, rubbing outward down the line of my arms. With a gentle nudge, she started walking me backward. “Everywhere, hmm? I’m going to take you literally.”

I nodded. Good. I was always literal.

She traced new pathways over my body, taking her time without the obligation to hurry us out of a cold shower. She backed me into the bed and sat astride my lap, following her hands with her lips and tongue. By the time she was halfway down my chest, I was hard as obsidian, jutting into her hip.

One of her hands slipped down to cup my erection, and I held in a gasp. “I’ll take care of you last,” she promised before reaching over for the phone resting on the bedside table. I watched her through lidded eyes as she scrolled through a music app, putting on a slow and smooth instrumental that played a little tinny through the small speaker.

She used the pace of the music to slow down and leave no inch of me untouched. I slid my fingers through her damp hair, finding what I’d asked for had swiftly turned into the sweetest torture as she skimmed her attention around my cock. She kissed her way down my thighs. That was about all I could take. “Cress,” I moaned.

Her brown eyes flashed to my face. She’d put on a playful expression, but she had to know. “I…I was not speaking literally,” I said.

She covered her mouth with a hand, eyes creasing at the corners. “No?”

“No,” I confirmed.

“This is a first,” she said, skimming her palms back up my thighs. I throbbed for the touch she was so close to delivering. “Are you sure you want me to jump straight to the end?”

Her fingertips skimmed closer. “Yes,” I practically begged.

While she didn’t laugh, mirth danced in her eyes as she rose between my legs and licked her way up my shaft. She cupped my tightened balls, rolling them between her fingers. I moaned her name, grateful when she took the crown between her lips and sank me further into the heat of her mouth inch by inch.

She didn’t hold back, knowing I stayed rock hard for my duty for as long as she wanted pleasure. Her mouth was torment and relief, keeping me in place so that I could only reach her shoulders and back. I was possessed with desire for her, to caress her as she had touched me.

“Maybe not the end,” I said, tugging on her hair. “Come join me on the bed.”

A furrow appeared between her brows as she slid my cock back out of her mouth. I helped lift her up and lay her out on the bed, bracing myself above her to take in all that soft skin turned golden by lamp light. A body I was made for. My hands, shaped for her curves. I started at her hips, running up the dip of her belly to the swell of her breasts.

My lips, shaped to mesh with hers. I reminded myself to inhale as I kissed her, as her mouth so often stole my breath. Our tongues met in a heated tangle.

My stone heart, animating me to her service. It throbbed in my chest, full to bursting with the satisfaction of this moment. Icupped her cheek, meeting her gaze briefly. How had one person so efficiently become my purpose? I’d already changed for her, flexed when I didn’t think I ever could.

Cress was my everything.

I was still kissing her when I ran my palm down her thighs, moving her leg to open her for me. I rubbed the tip between her folds, reluctantly pulling back at the last moment to ask, “Condom?” I regretted I didn’t have one handy.

Her hands pulled me back, one at the hip, the other hooked around my neck. “No,” she said.

I smiled, grateful I got to see her expression as I sank into her. My cock, formed to fit her perfectly. Her kiss-swollen lips hung open as I sank into her to the root. We communicated like how I used to. “Good?” I rumbled.

“Yes,” she gasped.

“Okay.” But it was more than merelyokay. Being inside of her was simplyright.

I braced my weight on one arm, still touching her, a gentle counterpoint to the way her body rocked with my thrusts. The texture of her skin, the way her breast jiggled in my palm. The muscles low on her belly shifted as she lifted her hips to mine. Every piece put together to form the whole of her pleasure.

She came with a velvety clench on my cock, arching into me. I savored the brush of our sweat-slicked bodies together. As much as I didn’t want this to end, I was close, and her leg twitched from taking my thrusts during that sensitive time after her peak. I let go, spilling in a rush of liquid heat and settling still hard inside of her.

It only took her a few minutes before she asked, “Again?”

And I answered, “Sure.”

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