Page 154 of Meet Me in the Valley
She shifts again, grinding back into me just enough to make my breath hitch. My hand slides lower, over the curve of her stomach, between her thighs—finding her already warm and slick, wet with arousal.
Tia tilts her head back, eyes still shut, mouth parting with a soft gasp as I slide two fingers inside her. She’s soaked andpulsing around me, her body responding like it always does when I touch her.
My fingers pump into her lazily as I draw out her short breaths and quiet whimpers. All the illicit sounds she makes pump blood to the throbbing length between my thighs, hard and heavy between the crease of her backside.
Pulling out my fingers, I nudge my swollen tip slowly into her soaking wet heat.
She reaches back, her hand finding my hip, grounding herself as I ease into her from behind, both of us moaning softly as I slide in inch by inch.
A breath leaves her lungs like a prayer. My name, drawn out like it tastes sweet on her tongue. “Logan …”
I push in further, one hand tangled in hers, the other gripping her thigh to hold her open for me. Our bodies move in sync, slow and deep, unlike the previous hours before this, when I strung her out, feral and animalistic in our love making.
We take our time as I stave off the growing pressure in my groin, loving the way we fit together as I stay deeply connected in the most sacred place of her body.
Each thrust is slow, measured—meant to be felt. Meant to be remembered.
Tia’s breath catches as I quicken the pace just a lick, rocking my hips from behind as my hands explore along the entirety of her body. I test the weight of her full breasts in my palms, tweaking her peaked nipples as I roll them between my thumb and forefinger to draw out the sweetest of breathy moans.
I bring one hand up to her neck, splaying my fingers tight against the long column of her throat, pressing just enough to make her gasp for breath, but not enough to cut off her air. Tia brings her hand to place it over the one that’s on her throat, encouraging me to squeeze tighter.
A low groan escapes me when her panting strains, and I feel the tight swallows she makes beneath my palm.
My other hand crawls between her thighs as I coat my fingers with her slick heat, feeling the point where we’re connected as I slide myself in and out of her, unhurried yet indulgent. I bring her wetness to her clit, using the pad of my fingers to stroke her there. The way she clenches around me tells me her body wants to keep me inside.
I release her throat, grasping her chin to face me. I kiss her like I’m sealing something in place, like I’m stitching every broken thing between us shut.
She breaks the kiss to moan in my mouth, her hand snaking around my nape to hold me there. Her fingers grip my hair, pulling tight at the root the closer she gets to her release. I feel it in the way she breathes against my lips and the slow roll of her hips to meet me at every deep thrust I give her.
“Come with me,” Tia breathes. “Don’t hold back.”
I won’t. Ican’t.
We fall together in the quiet, early light. Our bodies chase rapture as unabashed pleasure crests between us, drawn out and deep—humming low in our bones and lingers for long after.
Our breaths slow, syncing again in the hush. Her back rises and falls against my chest, skin damp with sweat and still tingling in all the places I kissed her. I’m still inside her, softening, but neither of us move.
She lays her hand over mine where it rests on her stomach, tracing lazy patterns with her fingertips.
“That was …” Tia murmurs, voice low and raspy.
“Yeah. It was.”
She turns her head slightly, a soft smile playing on her lips. Her lashes are still heavy with sleep, but her eyes are wide open. Awake. Present.
“I know it’s early,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her temple, “but I want to show you something. Right after I feed you.”
Tia stretches like a cat, arms overhead, legs tangled with mine. Her body’s all silk and sun-drenched skin—I can’t help myself. My hands find her breasts, giving them a firm squeeze that earns me a sharp yelp and a swat as she drops her arms to pry me off.
Grinning, I bury my face in her neck, running my stubble along the soft skin there. She squirms, laughter spilling out of her like music I’ve missed for too damn long.
That easiness we’ve always had between us settles back in like it never left.
I slip out of her slowly, giving her ass a gentle slap—right over the spot wheremy namelives now—and head to the bathroom to grab a towel.
“What do you want to show me?” she calls after me.
Towel in hand, I pause in the doorway, needing a second just to breathe her in. She’s sprawled out across the bed, naked and glowing in the morning light, wrapped in white sheets and smiling like I hung the sun myself.
