Page 110 of Rescuing Rebecca
“Spread them.”
She planted her feet wide, baring herself to him fully, and he didn’t hesitate. He buried his face in her pussy like the oxygen he needed to breathe existed between her thighs, and oh God! Already hot and wet, his swirling tongue sent her into a frenzy of need, and she palmed the back of his head with both hands, pulling him closer and shoving him deeper, taking what he gave her and demanding more.
Her vision funneled, and she smacked her head into the wall, sending a cascade of stars winking across the blackness of her closed lids. He healed her and destroyed her in turns. Every sucking pull on her clit, every flat swipe of his velvety tongue, every lick, every wet plunge inside drove her higher, farther, closer to the edge than she’d ever been.
It had always been Jay for her.
It would always be Jay for her.
She didn’t exist without him, didn’t?—
“Fuck,” he moaned against her hypersensitive flesh. “You taste so good.” He drove up from his knees, fucked her with his tongue while his hand came to rest on the top of her mound, his thumb pressing circles into her clit, teasing the spot he knew would make her come.
“Jay, please!” she begged, her grip on his hair tightening.
“Tell me what you need, Bec.” He shifted, and she felt the pressure of his fingers easing their way inside of her, stretching her, teasing her, fucking her right along with his mouth.
The sensations coalesced. Built in intensity. Rose to a peak until she was nothing but a quivering mass of human flesh. Her body, her heart, her soul…his.
“Tell me.”
“Please, Jay,” she panted, her head rolling back and forth against the wall in desperation. “I can’t—oh God—finish me! Make me come. Hard. Please! I need you. I need this. I?—”
With a deep thrust of his fingers, he hit that secret spot inside of her. The one he’d discovered. The one he’d claimed as his. And she detonated with a cry. Her orgasm bursting from her core, white hot energy rushed over her, through her, wave after wave ripping free from her center, paralyzing her muscles, and blanking her mind.
This…
He continued to fuck her, his fingers, his tongue, milking every last ounce of pleasure from her touch-starved body while he broke through her walls, reawakening her deepest desires, and setting her blood on fire.
This…this is how they were meant to be.
His tongue slowed. His fingers withdrew. Her pussy throbbed. A steady pulsing in which she felt the echo of their past morph into the pledge they made to each other here and now.
All they had to do? Survive today. Live today. Love each other today.
Because tomorrow?
Not a guarantee.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Carpe diem. On his knees, worshiping at the juncture of Becca’s legs, Jay made a silent vow. The universe had seen fit to give them a second chance in this lifetime, and he was grabbing on to it—and to her—with both fucking hands.
No room for hesitation, no time for fear. Every breath, every touch, every desperate press of his lips against her skin amounted to an undying declaration, a promise given, and a demand made.
Now. Not in an hour, a day, a week.
Now, while she trembled before him, her body awash with the pleasure he’d given her. Now, while the world outside this room couldn’t touch them. Now, because they knew more than most how fleeting life could be, and he refused to waste another damn second.
Jesus! Craving her like a starving man, he couldn’t get enough. He swiped his tongue between her folds, nipped at her clit, drew the taste of her into his mouth and swallowed her to the back of his throat while she quivered around him, her swollen pussy pulsing with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
His doing, and fuck, if that didn’t make him feel like a king.
“Jay—” She threaded her fingers into his hair, and hands curling into fists, she pulled hard enough to get his attention. His scalp tingled, and he loved it.
“Mmm?” He kissed her inner thigh, traced his lips along her hip, licked his way higher and higher, his tongue caressing over silky flesh until he encountered the tank top she wore. He used both hands to palm her waist, and his shoulder ached from the rotation. He didn’t care. He pulled her closer. Sank his face into the soft fabric.
He breathed deep and fought the unbidden tears that sprang to his eyes.
