Page 60 of Long Road Home

I picked her up, carried her to the couch and sat back down so she was straddling me, arms pushing at my shirt, lifting it.

Her tongue slid against mine, tentatively, exploring, and I took all of her whispered, needy and hesitant sounds and greedy ones to store them when I was jacking off later to the memory of this…this moment…this time with Destiny that I would fight and die to protect with my entire life.

“Shit,” she whispered, her voice thready as she settled against the bulge in my jeans. She rocked against me and my hands held her hips, helping her slide against me. I wouldn’t come like this, I’d hold it for as long as I had to but the fact she was clawing at me, like shehad to have metold me the best thing.

She was with me on this. Absolutely, one hundred percent, when it came to us, Destiny was with me. She wanted me as badly as I wanted her.

She shoved at my shirt again and I lifted my arms, letting her tug it off me. She pulled her mouth from mine at the last moment, jaw slack, eyes glassy, lust stamped all over her features and then she grinned, eyelids fluttered as she looked at me. “You’re bigger than you used to be.”

I wiggled my hips. “I know. Everywhere.”

She bit her bottom lip, brushed her hand down the side of my neck, over my chest. “I want to look at you. Touch you. This feels like a dream.”

“A good one?”

“Yeah.” Sweet hazy eyes met mine. “The best kind.”

She leaned forward again, and I met her halfway, this time taking over the kiss and holding her firmly against me while we found our rhythm and rocked in sync with each gentle thrust of my hips. A groan slid from me as she found the right spot for both of us. I needed everything she’d said from her, too. I reached behind her, fiddled with the knot and a quick tug later, her dress fell loose. I brushed at the wide straps, pulled them forward and then pushed her off my mouth.

The straps fluttered to her waist, taking the top half of her dress with her.

And holy fuck. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I wasn’t prepared for the sight of her breasts, beautiful and fuller, and her nipples dark pink and hard, pointing right at me, inviting me to put my mouth on them.

I tugged her against me, dropped my forehead to her shoulder. “Holy fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

My hands took on a mind of their own, pressing against her sides, the gentle curve above her hips, the slope of her stomach until my thumbs were beneath her breasts, teasing brushes and grazes that made her shiver and gasp.

“Jordan,” she whispered. “Touch me.”

I ran a finger up and over her breast, barely skipping her nipple. “Here?”

“Please.”

I ran that finger down, circled her nipple. Her pants quickened against my ear, driving me wild.

I had to see all of her. Need from my hard cock demanded it. But I’d wait. Tonight wasn’t about fucking her for the first time. We’d get there. Soon. I groaned as she rocked against me while I alternated working her nipples. I couldn’t wait anymore. I leaned my head down, swirled my tongue over one of her dark pink, pebbled buds, and sucked it deep into my mouth, biting and nipping at it.

“Shit,” she gasped. Her body bucked against my lap, her fingers dug into my shoulder.

“Can you still come just from this?” I asked. Years ago, I could play with her nipples and do nothing else to her and she’d shoot off like a firecracker.

“Jordan.” She rolled and rocked, pressed harder against my crotch.

Her body heated. Flushed with need and want and I knew she was close when her rhythm faltered.

“Can you?”

“Yes. Probably. I don’t know.”

Which meant Paul hadn’t had quite the talent as me. The thought lit a fire in my chest with pride, that this…I was the only man who knew this about her.

I switched to her other nipple, teased and tortured her, played with one with my thumb and finger, plucking and rolling, pressing and pulling while I feasted on her other breast.

She quaked in my hold against me, short, breathy pants coming close together until her orgasm took her. Her body went wild, bucking and lashing, gripping and pulling me against her, and I rode that wave with her, pretending in my mind I was deep inside of her, but this…always seeing her get off from her tits alone was always the hottest thing we could do.

“Yes, more, please. Stop.” Her fingers uncurled from their death grip on my shoulders and she pressed her palm to my shoulder. “Too much.” She laughed as she said it, her voice a quiet shaky whisper.

I listened immediately and pulled her down, kissed her until she was no longer rubbing against me, but sated and relaxed and then I laid us on the couch, continued kissing her, touching her, feeling her.

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