Page 13 of Always Been You
He takes his time sucking one of my breasts into his mouth, his tongue swirling over me. Round and round. He kept sucking and kissing every part of me, taking me in and enjoying my taste.
I pull him closer, my fingers and nails digging into his back, but that only seems to drive him further. He responds with even more intensity, his mouth and hands exploring every inch of me, like he’s determined to leave no part of me untouched.
He lines himself up at my entrance, his gaze never leaving mine. The anticipation hums between us, heavy and electric, making every nerve in my body feel alive. His grip on my hips tightens, grounding me as I brace myself, my heart pounding so loud I swear he can hear it.
He slides into me, a moan escaping my lips as I take him in. He moves slowly, inch by inch, each deliberate motion igniting a fresh wave of need. It’s almost too much, too slow. I need him to move faster.
“Please…” The word slips out before I can stop it, barely more than a breath. My voice trembles with need, with the aching vulnerability of wanting him this badly.
He gives me a slow, wicked smile, dragging his teeth over my nipple as he moves his hips, teasing me with the barest hint of pressure. His mouth trails down my neck, still moving at that agonizingly slow pace, lingering over my skin, tasting me like he’s savoring every inch. I shiver under his touch, my breaths turning shallow and needy.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice rough and low. “So greedy for me, Lawliss. It drives me wild.”
“Go faster, please." Heat floods my cheeks, but shame doesn’t even touch me. I’m past that, past holding anything back. He chuckles and then starts moving faster as requested.
“I’m almost… almost,” he pulls out, then slams into me again, going at a faster rhythm. I meet him thrust for thrust. Our moans mingle as I come undone. He follows seconds later.
“Wow,” I say breathless.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he flips me for me to be on top of him and I bite my lip and grind. I start slow, then move harder against his thigh, moving at a faster pace and losing myself in the feeling, in the way his need matches mine.
There’s something powerful in it, something that makes me feel vulnerable and invincible simultaneously.
He releases my hips and gives me a sharp smack, the sting blending with the heat already pooling between my thighs.
“Go faster,” he orders his voice like a command and a promise all at once. “Take what you want. I want to feel you let go.”
And I do. I lose myself in him, riding him with a wildness I didn’t know I had driven by a need that feels primal, raw.
My movements grow desperate, every part of me reaching for that edge. I cry out as the pleasure builds, so intense I can barely hold on, until finally, it crashes over me, shattering whatever restraint I had left. I come undone in his arms, trembling and gasping, feeling as if I’ve been completely unraveled and yet somehow made whole.
I cling to him, my body still pulsing with the aftershocks, my breath coming in shallow gasps. It’s as if he’s unlocked something hidden deep inside me, something wild and unrestrained that I can’t put back now. My heart races, my head spins, and I crumble against him, letting the high slowly go away, leaving me raw, vulnerable, and alive.
Chapter Seven
Eddie
I’m glad I didn’t deny Lawliss. This is everything I wanted and more. The moment I took off her dress, I knew I was fucked. There was no way any other woman would ever compare to her. She’s shown me how resilient yet vulnerable she’s become and I’m proud to make her mine.
Her body is everything and more and I know I can lose myself in her forever. Every moan and sound that comes out of her mouth has been engraved in my heart. Being with her—she tastes everything—beats every fantasy I had.
We’re on a sex marathon with this being the fourth round. I thrust into her hard as she requested. Taking over. I no longer hold back. At this moment, she is mine. Nothing is keeping her away from me. Not my demons, not my uncle, and certainly not her insecurities or even her ex-husband.
She meets me thrust for thrust. “Harder,” she begs and I do. I thrust harder giving my all and I watch her shudder, drinking in the way she responds to my every touch. The sight of her, vulnerable and open in a way she’s never been before, makes something primal stir in me.
This is a hunger I know I’ll never get enough of. And as I take her deeper, I know I’m engraving this moment into both of us, etching her surrender into my memory, into my very bones.
I pull out slowly, staring into her hazel eyes. I take my time observing her at that moment. Her curls are sprawled out on the pillow, against the white pillowcase, her breathing heavy. Her breasts rise and fall at a fast rate.
I pull her closer, feeling her warmth surround me, feeling every tremble and hitch of her breath as I push her to the edge once more. Her eyes meet mine, wide and unguarded, and I see that same need reflecting on me, a craving that only seems to grow, consuming us both.
“Just let go, Lynx,” I murmur, my voice rough with restraint. “Let me have all of you.”
My movements become stronger, each thrust pulling a gasp from her lips, each touch deepening the connection between us until we’re both on the brink, teetering on that edge together. Her hands grip my shoulders, her fingers digging in as her body tightens around me, and I know she’s close, her breathing sharp and uneven.
And then she shatters, her release washing over her in waves, her body arching beneath me. The sight of her coming undone—of her surrendering so completely—pulls me over the edge with her. I bury myself deeper, a raw groan escaping my lips as I finally let go, feeling the intensity crash through me.
For a moment, everything is quiet, the world fading away as we’re left in each other’s arms, breathless and spent. I press my forehead to hers, both of us trying to catch our breath, still tangled together in the aftermath.
