Page 46 of Sail Away
“So, either I need to take your instant reaction as you’re really happy to see me, or you’re just happy to see anyone.”
He reached up and quickly unclasped her bra, letting the straps roll off her sexy shoulders. He traced a path over her small, perky breast. He palmed them both before flicking her nipples, making them tighten and pucker.
She arched her back, rolling her hips a little to the left and then a little to the right.
His toes curled, and he did his best to ignore the pleasure she brought him and focus instead on the hard nubs under his fingers. He raised up and held one nipple close to his mouth. He licked his lips, letting the tip of his tongue gently stroke across her soft skin.
She took a long breath, lifting her boob closer to his mouth.
He teased her again, this time with his teeth, barely touching her.
“Do I need to feed it to you?” She grabbed his face. Her breaths came in short, choppy pants.
He glanced between her hot gaze and her hard nipple. He pinched it before sucking it into his mouth. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he rolled her to her back and settled between her legs, switching from one tantalizing nipple to the other, making sure they were both properly assaulted.
She tugged and yanked at his shirt.
Reluctantly, he rocked back on his knees, ditching his top. “Whoa.” He looked down as she planted her warm lips on his stomach.
Her fingertips dipped inside his shorts.
For two seconds, he thought about stopping her, but then she blinked, staring up at him with her mesmerizing blue eyes that held him captive.
She could be torturing him right now and he wouldn’t care.
He swallowed.
Hard.
Standing at the edge of the bed, his fingers in her hair, watching her touch him in ways he’d thought would never happen again, he realized he’d never be able to let her go.
It would kill him.
“Come here.”
She kissed her way up his stomach, over his chest, and to his mouth. His tongue greeted hers with a fiery passion. Quickly, he removed the rest of her clothing and shoved her back onto the bed.
A little too harshly as she banged the headboard.
She laughed. “My turn, cowboy.” She sucked on her index finger before gliding it across her opening, dipping it inside and then bringing it back to her mouth. “Mmmm.”
“I could just stand here and watch.” He grabbed himself and stroked once.
“We’ve tried that before. You can’t handle it.” Her pink tongue glided up her middle finger and then down her index finger. She took both and shoved them inside herself, sliding in and out while her other hand pinched her nipple and she smiled wickedly. Her chest heaved up and down, and her breathing became erratic.
He let go of himself and crawled on the bed. “You’re right. I can’t handle it, and it takes you longer.”
“We don’t know that.”
He chuckled. “I bet I can make you come in less than three minutes.”
“I’d kind of like it to last a little longer than that.”
He took her hand and sucked on her fingers. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure it happens at least one more time.”
“You better.”
While their relationship had been riddled with misunderstandings, arguments, and meddling from others, they had always been perfect in intimate moments.
