Page 84 of Coming Home Country
“You have,” I vowed, desperation leaking into my tone. I only prayed it was adequate to convince him of my contrition. “Next time you draw me a bath, I’ll take the time to enjoy it. I swear.”
I was sorely disappointed when instead of burying his face in my pussy and putting me out of my misery, he withdrew.
Sighing, I shifted my legs, sore from being held immobile for so long. My thighs moved to press together to ease the ache throbbing between them.
“No.”
A sharp crack accompanied a flash of fire radiating through the flesh of my ass.
My mouth dropped open, and my eyes snapped up to find Tucker looking dark and dangerous as he loomed over me.
I swallowed hard. “N-no?”
He crawled over my prone form, lowering his face until our noses touched and our lips were a breath apart.
“If you want to come at all tonight, you’ll learn to take what I give you and nothing more.” His tone was gruff, commanding, and it set the blood inside my veins to boiling.
I had no idea he could be like this, but damn if I didn’t love it.
Needing him more than I needed air, I slid my hand into his hair and pulled his mouth down to meet mine. The minute our lips touched, Tucker’s restraint flew out the window. His tongue and teeth were ruthlessas they devoured me, but I wasn’t one to go down without a fight, battling back with everything that I had and then some.
His groans mixed with my moans, and our still-damp bodies writhed together until Tucker’s cock lined up perfectly with my seam. Each rock of his hips had the head of it rubbing my clit in one direction, then teasing my entrance in the other.
It was as if, without conscious thought, our bodies were as desperate to be joined as their owners.
I was so wet that all it would take would be a slight lift of my hips, and he’d slide right in. But I knew if I did that—took control—he’d punish me for it. And I wasn’t sure I could survive more of Tucker’s personal brand of torture.
“Fuck, you drive me insane,” he murmured, his teeth tugging on my lower lip.
“Make me yours, Tucker,” I begged.
“You never stopped being mine. Never, Bex. And you’ll be mine forever, do you hear me?”
My heart threatened to burst because it was true. Even after ten years spent apart and other people between us, Tucker still owned a piece of my soul. Just like I had a feeling I owned a piece of his.
Tonight, they would merge to become one, effectively setting the world to rights.
Tucker dragged wet, open-mouthed kisses down my neck. Against my skin, he said, “Once we do this, there’s no turning back. Every piece of you will belong to me.”
“Please.” My voice came out hoarse, my throat raw from a combination of my screams and taking Tucker’s cock so deep inside it.
“Stay right here. Don’t move a muscle,”he warned.
He pulled away, and without his hot body covering mine, I couldn’t control the involuntary shiver that rolled through me.
My hearing was muted, but I made out distant rustling in a drawer before the unmistakable ripping of foil.
Relief surged, the finish line becoming visible. I was beyond ready, not just physically but emotionally. This moment had been a long time coming.
Hands clamped down around my ankles, and I squealed when I was suddenly flipped onto my belly.
My head raised off the mattress to protest. “I want to see you.”
Tucker’s cock nestled against my ass as he nudged my thighs apart, settling both his knees between them. Featherlight kisses trailed up my spine until his mouth came to rest beside my ear. “I think we can manage that.”
He shifted before looping his arms beneath my armpits and lifting my torso off the bed until I was kneeling, pulled tight to his bare chest behind me. My legs were splayed wide, situated on the outside of his. The position kept me spread open for him, and I shuddered when his cock aligned with my entrance.
“This isn’t any better.” I huffed, craning my neck so I could view his face when our two bodies became one for the first time.
