Page 130 of A Better Place

“Fuck me, but I love you so damn much,” he growls, jack-knifing up off the bed and taking my mouth with his.

I let him have control for just a moment, kissing and feeling. But I still want my turn. I press him back, and he resumes his position, cool and collected, but the second my mouth wraps around the tip of him, licking up the small bead of liquid, he loses all sense of calm.

“Holy shit!” He tugs my hair, and his hips buck off the bed for just a moment, pushing him farther into me, inadvertently testing my gag reflex. “Damn, beautiful. Sorry about that. Got a little excited.”

But he has nothing to be sorry for. Knowing that I affect him just as much as he does me makes heat flood to my core.

I take my time, licking up and down the length of him, sucking on the tip as I use my hand around the base, sliding up and down, twisting with each stroke.

“Carly, baby, you’re gonna have to stop. I can’t…”

“Can’t?” I tease, keeping my face close to him, not letting up my sucking and licking.

He lets out a heavy breath, twisting the sheets. “Oh, I can. I just don’t want to be done yet.”

“No?”

“Carly. Dammit. Get your sweet ass up here. You can finish what you started another time. Right now, I want to sink into you. I want your sweet warmth squeezing the shit out of me the first time I come with you.”

Oh well. Since he put it that way. I crawl up his body, and he flips us over, kissing me deeply, mixing our flavors. He positions himself at my center, staring into my eyes.

“Do we…” he begins to ask.

“No condoms. I mean, you’re…”

“Hell yes, I’m clean.”

“Yeah, I was tested after… well, after I left.”

“Enough. I trust you. You trust me?” he asks, but it’s so much more than a simple question. And the answer I give is lifting my hips to him again.

“You’re so beautiful, Carly. I know I tell you this, but you need to know. You’re so beautiful to me.”

“James,” I say quietly, tears springing to my eyes. “You’re everything,” I say to him, words he’s used on me more times than I can count.

The second they escape my lips, he presses into me slowly. He takes a few moments, allowing us both to feel.

“Never felt so amazing.” He slowly starts to move, my body stretching and opening up to him, the feel of him strong and tense.

I wrap my legs around his waist, his hands above us, threading my fingers through his, holding me down. He lowers himself and kisses me deeply before pulling back, both of us gasping for air. He releases me, allowing me to touch him, to trail my fingers down the ink that turns me on so much.

Sweat begins to bead on his forehead, the sounds of our heavy breathing and panting fills the air around us. I moan as he shifts his hips slightly, and I lift mine, allowing him to reach the spot that sends me flying. He continues his motions, his hips pistoning back and forth, as I soar, not letting up once.

I shout his name over and over through my release, squeezing the flesh of his shoulders tightly, my toes curling under as my legs bind around him. I haven’t come down from my high yet when he shifts once more, causing me to gasp and fly once again. I don’t know if this is a new flight or just a beautiful continuation, but I stay right with him through his own release.

“Unnhhh.” He jerks, his body pushing into mine to the hilt, his face buried in my neck, his breath hot on my skin.

Once we have come down from our high, James reaches over to his nightstand and picks up a box of tissues out of the drawer. We clean up before collapsing to the bed, bodies sated and exhausted.

“Whoa.”

“Yeah,” he responds.

“It’s never been like that.”

“Never,” I agree.

“Cheesecake?”

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