Page 53 of Love in Pieces

“Me and my three siblings,” he breathes, head hanging forward. His fists clench tight, likely trying to keep his hands to himself.

“Three?” I slide my arms through to wrap them around, gripping his shoulders, now kissing down his spine.

He nods. “I’ll tell you later,” he says spinning slowly back to face me.

I bring my hand down his tense, toned arms, weaving my fingers into his calloused hands.

A heavy breath leaves his chest as he lowers his forehead to meet mine. His eyes close softly, his jawline tense with each breath.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, sinking to my heels.

“Do you want this?” he asks sternly.

I nod. “Yes.” But he doesn’t move forward. He traces a thumb over my lower lip, drawing out the motion before he takes my mouth in his. His hands rove gently over my body, taking his time focusing on each curve of my hips as he moves to the hem of my shirt. He pauses, our lips never parting. When I move my hand to his and lift, his hand explores the curve of my waist, moving up my torso to my ribcage. I shudder with the light touch. A hand grabs the fabric of my shirt, quickly pulling it over my head. My bra remains, keeping the delicate skin of my breasts secure from his probing hands though I almost wish I hadn’t worn one. I move my hands to my back to release the clasp of my bra, but his hands cover mine with a strong grip. He lowers me to the bed, intertwining our fingers, slowly moving them over my head.

“Keep them here. Don’t move.” An intensity in his voice stills me instantly though it’s not out of fear as it has been with Sam. I stay still out of need, want, and complete desire for him.

His hands remain entwined in mine. He kisses my forehead, then my cheek, behind my ear, and finally traces kisses down the length of my chest until he reaches my belly ring. He brings the jewelry into his mouth, sucking the length of the dangling gem, my eyes watching him carefully. He raises his eyes back up to meet mine. The deep brown hues are now dark as he gazes up the length of my body. He drags his tongue from my belly all the way up my neck. He gently kisses the small, almost dissolved bruise on my cheek.

He covers my mouth with his, and the taste of his drink from earlier is still evident on his tongue. The caramelized flavor of his mixing with the fruity flavors of mine makes for an eccentric blend. His lips are soft. They move melodically with mine as if this isn’t the first time we’re exploring each other. He parts for a breath and looks into my eyes as if trying to read my thoughts.

I breathe deeply, thankful I chose to sober up, so I’ll fully remember this moment. I risk moving my hands to the side of his face, holding it lightly. His own hands move to either side of my torso. He moves a leg between my thighs encouraging me to part my legs, his other leg kneeling on the outside of my left thigh. His intense stare strangely calms me.

My mind flashes with thoughts of why I should not be doing this right now, not with him, but I can’t help myself. I want to do this. I wanthim. Need him. In every way.

I can’t help but wonder if this is a regular thing for him. Fucking whoever is willing. I’ve never seen or heard him bring anyone back here since I moved in. But for what? For me? Those prodding eyes say no. Those prodding eyes are hungry. Fed by desire.

I pull his forehead to mine, close my eyes, and breathe in his scent: Old Spice fused with the linen scent of his detergent. It’s not exactly the deep manly scent I find in the hoard of books in my room, but this is so much more my speed.

He kisses the length of my chin once more before releasing the bra. As the fabric now sits loose on my chest, he whips it to the floor, taking a moment to gape at my exposed breasts. “God, Abby, you are stunning,” he says, breathlessly.

I draw in a sharp breath as his mouth takes in my right nipple while he palms the other. He’s delicate, moving his tongue in light circles. Two fingers prod the other. His mouth and hand swap places, repeating the motions. It sends my back into a tight arch. He grips my hips, pinning me to the bed.

When he decides to move on from them, though I know it’s only temporary, he gazes up at me, pushing to his knees. The bulge in his shorts makes it clear what he’s hiding. I move to the button, letting it pop open. The zipper falls easily. His dick pushes out from his boxer briefs as he drops them both on the floor. He reaches for the hem of my shorts and thong and pulls them to my feet, dropping them next to his.

He climbs back on top, straddling my hips. His erection stands tall above me. He lowers himself, bracing his weight on his elbows, and nestles his head into my shoulder, peppering delicate kisses on my neck.

My arms wrap around his shoulders, tangling my fingers in his hair. I wrap a leg around his hip encouraging him to close the gap between us.

I move a hand to his dick and after a few strokes move the length of him to my entrance but he pauses all movement. He lifts his head, gazing at my begging eyes. “Sorry, you’re not—”

“No,” I quickly cut him off, knowing what he was about to ask. I chuckle. “No. I’m not a virgin. And I’m on the pill,” I add, knowing his next question.

He takes a deep breath as if he’s relieved. “Okay,” he replies, returning my smile, but he doesn’t continue.

“Just fuck me already,” I say pressing my hips to his.

He raises his brows, astonished at my outburst, but he shakes his head and laughs. "With pleasure."

He grabs my wrists and places them above my head again. He keeps one of his locked against mine. His free hand grasps my boob before he slowly inserts himself. A thrust for each kiss. Slow and delicate at first, but he quickly picks up speed. A moan sounds from my chest, and I can feel him smile against my lips. I tightly grip his hand that holds mine.

It's terrifying how fast one man can make your heart harden. But it’s amazing how fast another man can soften it. Repair it. Start putting the pieces back together.

He releases my hands from above my head, slowly dragging a finger down the length of my body, pausing at my clit. His callused hand blends with the delicate soft skin, working in slow calculated circles. My heart spurs with each motion. Our heavy breathing mixes in the air between us. I moan as I grow closer to my climax and rake my fingers across his back. He thrusts hard and fast, his hand mimicking the motions. Every muscle in my core clenches as I reach a peak like pure ecstasy. A low moan sounds from Dallas’s chest as he spills into me shortly after. He thrusts slowly, letting me come down from my high. When he stops, he lowers himself to rest next to me, placing a kiss on my forehead on the way.

Once my breathing slows, I turn on my side to my head on his shoulder. He pulls the covers over us when I start to shiver a little. He rubs my arm as we let our breathing relax. When he turns to me, the look in his eyes is pure bliss. I smile and kiss his cheek. He pulls me closer, giving me a deeper, more intimate kiss, savoring every bit of it.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.” His voice is almost a whisper.

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