Page 73 of Senseless
“What?” I grunted distractedly, revelling in her smooth, unblemished skin as I lifted her shirt away and peeled it off of her arms.
“Let’s ride back to Four Corners tomorrow.” She had me unbuttoned and unzipped in seconds, shoving my jeans and boxers down my thighs a moment later.
“Okay.” I helped her get my pants off and then pressed her shoulders back down on the bed before she got any ideas. My fingers hooked into her waistband and I paused. “How is your leg?”
“Fine, just get those off, please.”
Her eagerness was sexy and I felt myself grinning as I leaned over, planting a kiss on her sternum as I worked her pants down her legs, still taking care around the bullet wound wrapped in gauze. Once we were both free of clothing, she hummed and sighed, clamping her thighs around my ribs while her fingers raked over my scalp.
It feltsogood to be wanted by her. I ran my hands up her sides, palms finding her supple breasts as I dragged my mouth over her belly. I was lost in tasting her skin, kissing her, and feeling her wonderful touch on me. A touch that felt so right, especially after weeks of starving and craving her.
“Come back up here.” Her voice was low and husky, fingers running down my arms to squeeze around my hands that were on her breasts.
“Not yet.” I kissed the beautiful little scar above her hip, tightening my hands as she prompted until her pert nipples were pinched between my fingers. At her gasping breath I released them, smoothing my touch over her flesh as I brought my mouth lower.
“Shadow…”
“Mari,” I answered, utterly in love with the way she said my name, the sight of her back arching off the bed, everything.
Her legs hooked over my shoulders as I kneeled at the edge of the bed. I skimmed one hand down her body, never missing any chance to touch her, bringing it between her legs. She drew in a sharp breath with a moan at the pressure of my hand just stroking her, caressing down the center of her pleasure.
“Shadow, please.” She tried to wiggle against my hand to increase the friction. “Seriously, don’t tease me too much. I just want you.”
My cock was heavy and aching, she was slick and wanting me, but more than anything else, I didn’t want to hurt her. I sucked a harder kiss at her hip crease, letting my beard drag over her skin until she shivered. “You know I never tease.”
“Liar!” she laughed.
My smile remained until I kissed her pussy, releasing an indulgent moan at her heat—oh fuck, and hertaste. Was it only three days ago when she rode my face? I felt like an addict needing his fix, my tongue taking long greedy licks through her folds.
Mari started bucking then, and I clamped a hand around her thigh to hold her in place. I heard her ragged breaths, felt her small fingers curl in my hair, smelled her everywhere, and tasted her sweetness on my tongue. I was torn between eating her until my jaw went numb or pulling away to sink my cock into her.
We have the rest of our lives,a voice reminded me. And it was true. This wasn’t like our last time in bed together, when I thought it might’ve been the last time for good. We weren’t saying a desperate, confusing goodbye. This was the beginning of something new for us.
I released her pink lips from a long, sucking kiss and nudged my mouth higher, at the same time moving my fingers in to stroke and test her entrance. Her clit was begging to be kissed itself, so I sealed my lips around that spot as I pressed my first finger through her folds.
“Shadowww!” she cried out, hands tugging in my hair and sending thrilling tingles down my spine.
I moaned against her sex, pressing another finger inside and curling both of them against her slick walls. She pulled harder on my hair and my cock was already dripping. A bit of pain with pleasure, the sensation I couldn’t get enough of from only her.
Mari’s thighs squeezed around my head, though they barely muffled the beautiful sounds she made as I pleased her. Her breaths came in increasingly short pants, and then seemed to stop altogether as her whole body went rigid, then shook and shuddered in her release.
She squeezed rhythmically around my fingers, hips tilted up to chase more sensation. I kept my mouth glued around her clit until she shoved my head away. Even then I couldn’t back away far, removing my fingers from her channel only to replace them with my tongue so I could taste her again.
“Stop that,” she panted, squirming further up the bed. “Come up here.”
“Do you need a minute to recover?” I couldn’t fight the smug smile as I sat up, wiping my jaw with my hand as I looked at her stretched out on the bed.
“Very funny,” she snorted, rolling onto her stomach. “No, what I need is you.”
She propped up on her hands and knees, a deep arch in her back and glossy, wet sex on display. I wasalmostput off by the position. It was the same way I’d fucked women other than her, the ones that meant nothing and didn’t matter. I didn’t want her like that. I loved seeing her face and feeling her skin on mine when we were together.
Mari must have sensed my hesitation because she pressed up to kneeling and leaned back, the tattoo on her back kissing the matching one on my chest as she looked at me over her shoulder.
“You good, love?” She reached an arm up, her small hand coming to my jaw to angle my mouth for a kiss.
“Yes.” I pressed into her kiss, answering her sweet tongue flicks with my own. “I was just enjoying the view.”
My hands ran up the front of her body, pulling her lightly to me until the full length of her back pressed against my torso. Always, at any given time, I wanted to feel as much of her on me as possible.
