Page 34 of Home to You
I rose slowly, bracing my hands on either side of her, and kissed her deep, letting her taste herself on my lips. When I pulled away, her lashes fluttered open, her cheeks flushed, her eyes shining.
Fuck. I didn’t think I could wait another second.
I sat back on my heels, shoving my jeans and boxers down my hips, my hands rough with urgency. My cock sprang free—thick, heavy, aching for her.
Eden’s eyes were dark and hungry as she pushed up onto her elbows, her gaze raking up and down me like she wanted to devour me whole.
I crawled back over her, our bodies skin to skin at last, every inch of me burning for her, and reached between us, dragging the thick head of my cock through her slick folds. “Say you’re mine,” I rasped, my voice breaking. “Say you’re done running.”
“I’m yours,” she whispered. “I’ll always be yours.”
That was all I needed to hear.
I pushed inside her, inch by deliberate inch, her breath catching as her body stretched to accommodate me.
Christ.
The feel of her—wet, hot, tight around me—nearly undid me right then and there.
“Eyes on me, sweetheart,” I rasped, every muscle in my body shaking with restraint. “Watch me make love to you.”
Her gaze fluttered open, wide and dark and full of everything I’d never stopped wanting.
“You feel so good,” I groaned, dragging out that first thrust, burying myself to the hilt and holding, grinding my pelvis against her. “Like you were made for me.”
Her hands slid up my back, her nails biting into my shoulders. “I was.”
I leaned down and kissed her—deep and slow—pouring every ounce of my love for her into it.
“I love you,” I whispered against her mouth before pulling back to stare down at her. “Never stopped. Not for a second.”
A tear slipped free, tracing down her cheek. “I love you, too,” she choked out. “So much.”
I braced my forearms on either side of her head as I started to move, long, deliberate strokes meant to make her feel every inch of me.
“Say it again,” I rasped, my hips rolling into hers.
“I’m yours,” she breathed, her voice breaking. “Always.”
I reached between us, circling her clit with my thumb, watching her eyes go glassy with need. “Come for me, sweetheart,” I murmured, my voice rough. “I want to feel you take me home.”
Her body tightened beneath mine as she lifted her hips, meeting me thrust for thrust, welcoming me into her body.
“That’s it,” I coaxed, thrusting deeper, harder. “Come on, baby. Let me feel it.”
Her cry broke free on my next thrust, her body clenching around me as she shattered.
Mine, I thought in the half-second before I followed Eden over the edge, spilling inside her with a raw groan.
For a long moment, neither of us moved, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths coming hard and uneven. I buried my face against her neck, trying to slow the wild beat of my heart, trying to make sense of the fact that this was real—that she was here, beneath me, wrapped around me. That I was inside her in every way a man could be.
Slowly, I eased out of her with a soft groan, my muscles trembling, my breath still ragged. I glanced down and stilled, mesmerized by the sight of my cum seeping out of her, glistening on her swollen flesh, proof of just how deeply I’d claimed her.
Fuck.
Something primitive surged through me. Suddenly, I wanted to push back inside her and fill her again. Wanted to keep her full of me until her belly was swollen with my baby.
The thought hit me like a freight train, catching me completely off guard.
