Page 47 of Healing You
He dropped his mouth to hers, taking her lips in a deep kiss to silence the wavering thoughts in both their minds. She opened her mouth for him and he licked inside, curving his tongue against hers. Everything about her turned him on—from the way she looked, to her sense of humor, to her beautiful spirit and love of animals. He let his body drop over hers and her tightened nipples brushed against his, her breasts and hips and skin all soft, smooth curves in contrast to the tightness he felt in his.
“You first,” Steve murmured, moving lower until his nose was at her navel. He nipped the tender skin at the junction of her hip and thigh, soothing the sting with a soft kiss before continuing lower. She fisted her hands into his hair, her back arching with a soft cry. A violent shiver of arousal rocked through his body and when he finally moved between her legs, he inhaled deeply, smelling just how much she wanted him as well. He flicked out a tongue, running it up her slick slit. Her body bucked, arching off the bed with a whimper. Holy shit, she was creamy and sweet, just like he remembered. While normally, he loved taking his time, building up with slow, long licks to savor her taste, he was too greedy for that this morning. Instead, he buried his face in her cleft, seemingly taking her by surprise. She yelped and writhed beneath him, those hands diving into his hair once more. He growled, taking her wrists and pinning them onto the bed beside him. Pushing his tongue deeper inside of her, he licked, parting the soft folds and exploring her, discovering her most sensitive spots. She wordlessly pleaded for more, writhing against his face.
He pulled back, sucking her swollen clit into his mouth before continuing in rapid licks. “Yes,” she cried. “I'm gonna come.” Steve followed her commands, flattening his tongue against her clit and rubbing in practiced circles.
Her legs tightened, straightening beneath him. Releasing her hands, he thrust his tongue inside of her, continuing to stroke her clit with his fingers as she came. Her sex rippled around his tongue, shivering with the penetration. He felt her free hand wrap around the back of his head, pulling him deeper inside of her. As the spasms slowed, Steve pulled back, blowing warm breath over her wet flesh before he lifted his gaze to hers once more. He expected her attention to be on the ceiling, or eyes closed, relishing in her orgasm. But instead, those hazel eyes were riveted directly onto his, her pupils so dilated that they nearly looked black. Steve felt his lips kick up into a smile.
He rolled onto his back and barely had time to catch his breath before Yvonne was on top of him, their lips clashing, moving over each other's, needy and wet. He drank her in like a man who'd been lost in the desert without water for far too many days. Her hands went to his chest, squeezing the muscles, and any blood he had left in his body descended between his legs. He sat up, scooping his hands into her hair and kissed down her jaw to suck at the tender flesh of her neck. Based on the sounds vibrating in her throat—she approved. She straddled him, squeezing his body between her muscled legs. Steve's hands landed there, smoothing his way up to where she was drenched, hovering over his erection before carefully sliding her body down until her mouth was lined up with his head. Desire and frustration coursed through his body. He'd dreamed about her in his bed for years and now? It didn't feel real. She didn't feel real.
Her mouth parted, wrapping her lips around his head, and he hissed in pure, agonizing pleasure as she slid him into her mouth. Her fingertips were like silk, the lightest touch traipsing down his abdomen. He arched into her, careful not to push too deeply into her mouth. But before he could pull back, her hands grasped his ass, driving him deeper until he felt the warm, wet flesh at the back of her throat. His cock jerked, tightening even more hot and fierce than before, and his balls ached for release.
Those stormy eyes of hers lifted to his, her dark lashes casting a fanned shadow down over her cheeks. She pulled him slowly out of her mouth, scraping her tongue firmly against the underside of his shaft as a rebellious smile curved her lips. She pumped him a few times in her hand before swiping that devilish tongue across the bead of pre-cum emerging from his tip. It was so good. So damned good. And before he had a moment to think about how incredible she felt, she once again sucked him deeply into her mouth. Her lips encompassed the blazing ache in his dick while her wicked little tongue sent liquid flames surging through his body. Her swollen breasts and peaked nipples brushed the tops of his thighs as she bent to suck him. Her teeth raked over his throbbing shaft and her fingers tightened around the base of his tortured flesh, sending another burst of heat that had him groaning her name through gritted teeth.
“Eve,” was all he could manage to say and his voice was so hoarse, it surprised even Steve.
Her husky chuckle sent a tortuous warm breath over him as she began sucked him with each gliding stroke of her tongue, allowing her to take him even deeper—if that were even fucking possible. “Unless you want this to end right now, you'd best stop,” he managed to say, his hands scooping into her hair and brushing it over to one shoulder. She gave one more deep suck, compressing his length between the roof of her mouth and tongue. “Yvonne!” he shouted just as she jerked back. He didn't wait for her to sit up fully. Reaching over, he yanked a condom from his nightstand, ripped it with his teeth and slid it over his erection.
His hands gripped her hips as she sank down onto him. She was so tight. Tight and wet for him. For a moment, neither of them moved. Up until that second, it had been frenetic and writhing, but for just a moment, he relished in this stillness of her body surrounding him. She was tight, her pink lips wet and swollen and through the condom, Steve could feel the tissue stretching around his intensely hard cock.
“Steve,” she whispered his name like a prayer, her head lobbing back toward the ceiling, eyes fluttering closed. With his hands still gripping her hips, he guided her over him in steady strokes, her hands brushing down his tight chest. Needing her lips on his, he pushed himself up to a seated position, seizing her waist with his arm, clamping her body against his. Holy God. Nothing has ever felt this good. Their mouths were parted, half-kissing, half-panting, and sweat beaded along his brow.
Yvonne gave a shattered cry, coming down harder and faster onto him.
“I'm not gonna last,” Steve grunted. Draping a leg off the bed and bracing his foot on the floor, he thrusted up, harder. His grip on her hips tightened as they continued in hurried thrusts.
She cried his name one more time, her body contracting around him. Her sex around his cock. Her knees against his outer thighs. Her fingers digging into his chest. Everything was clenched tight. His head fell back against the headboard as molten heat shot through his body. Semen burst from his tip, spilling inside of her, and the spasms rippled through his entire body. The desperate pulsations slowed and she lowered to his chest, her head falling to the side.
His raging heartbeat throbbed against her cheek. He held her as tightly as he could against him, stroking his hands up and down her back as their breathing returned to normal. He needed her as close as he could. He needed her to merge with him—become one with him. She lifted her head wearily, resting her chin on his chest and looking into his eyes with her heavy lidded gaze.
He searched her eyes for what she was trying to say with that look. It was laden with something. Something she wanted to say, but maybe couldn't just yet. He cupped her jaw gently and felt his encouraging smile tighten around his eyes. Tell me, Eve. Talk to me, he thought. She nervously wet her lips, opening her mouth to speak as Steve's phone blared through their silence. Through their moment.
Like a hammer shattering already fragile glass, Yvonne pulled away from him. Out of his arms, out of his grasp, she slid out of bed, heading toward his bathroom.
The sigh hiccuped in his chest, but instead of indulging in it, he reached over, yanking his phone out of the charger and damn near ripping the socket out of the wall. Cam's number lit up his screen. “This better be good,” he grunted, answering the call.
“Well good morning to you, too,” Cam said, sounding almost as grumpy as Steve. Then again, Steve really didn't have any reason to feel grumpy... he'd just gotten laid. But he had been hoping for a repeat performance at least once before he had to rouse himself from bed. Or at the very least, a little time to hold her. “I hate to do this to you,” Cam said, his grumpiness fading into what sounded more like regret. “But Lydia and I have a million things to do today for the engagement party. Mom's watching Maddie, Callie's in charge of decorations, Ronnie's got food covered—”
Steve sat up in bed, grabbing his boxer briefs from the floor and sliding them up over his hips. There was something about talking to his brother while he was naked that just felt wrong. “What do you need from me?”
A pause. “You're not gonna like it.”
The conversation was completely reminiscent of Cam's first wedding. Granted, they'd all been a hell of a lot younger. And Cam and Hannah had gotten married faster than anyone would have thought when Hannah found out she was pregnant with Maddie. But even still, the weeks leading up to the big day were wrought with favors and errands. Steve smiled, running his hands through his bedhead hair. “Yeah, you're probably right. But I promise not to say so... at least not to Ma and Lydia.”
“Noah's flight was supposed to get into Logan last night, but he wasn't on it. Something about a premiere he had to be at.” Cam sounded frustrated with their younger brother—Callie's twin.
“Aw, Christ,” Steve mumbled. Even still, Noah had been doing better about making it back to Maple Grove for family events in the last six months or so.
“He booked another flight for today. But he gets in at five o'clock. We need someone to pick him up and bring him to the party.”
“Logan Airport's like a two hour drive...”
“Yeah, I know,” Cam said, his tone apologetic.
“He's a television star... why the hell can't he just rent a car? Or drive up from New York like he did on Father's Day?”
“I asked that, too. Apparently, our dear brother's license got suspended a couple weeks ago.”
“Fine, why can't he hire a driver from the airport?”
