Page 117 of Fly Back to Me
Trailing his hot lips down my exposed neck, a fire sears my skin as I await my destruction. The moment he completely crumbles every writhing piece of me.
“Good girl,” he whispers. “Take us to those stars, baby.”
The stars we were written in.
My back bows, the earthquake rupturing as I unravel beneath him. His fingers twist snugly into my hair, clawing for his own pinnacle until his head is plunging into the crook of my shoulder.
“Fuucckk. God, you shake so perfectly.”
I snatch his pulsing shaft, our clammy bodies spasming in each other’s embrace. Draining each other of this chaotic love that’s been thrusted upon us. He’s buried to the hilt, and my fingers tear through his damp hair as our orgasms tangle and crash.
We collapse into one another, my leg limply sliding off Cade’s shoulder before both my hands are cupping his face.
I snuggle my legs around his lower back, crossing my ankles above his firm ass. My body jolts against the last ripples of my high, and our gummy foreheads mesh.
Our breaths collide before our eyes dart to our connection. My glimmering thighs surround his glistening shaft, and he slips himself out of me. I watch as his fingers squeeze my pussy lips, the pads of his digits scooping his excitement leaking from me.
I moan, a few final shudders rolling through me, and then he’s tracing his wet fingers along my bottom lip. “Give mesomewhere to put us,” he murmurs.
Without hesitation, I stick the tip of my tongue out for him to coat with our jumbled arousal. And as soon as the warm, tangy blend hits my taste buds, his fingers cage my chin to glue me in place. He barely sucks us off of my tongue, just enough to invite me to the party, and pleasured whines pour from both of us.
It’s so fucking hot.
I seize his mouth, accepting his gesture as I sink farther into the floor. We’re a sticky, beautiful mess, both of us in desperate need of a shower. But I’ll be damned if I let a day pass where we aren’t bonded like this.
Chapter 43
Cade
Light jabs my eyelids when delicate lips stamp my shoulder. After our rendezvous on the living room floor, we swaddled ourselves in the luxury of plaid blankets and throw pillows, refusing to move from the location.
I moan, peeling one eye open to the golden rays slicing through the skylight. My body rolls to lie on my back, and she’s propping one forearm over my chest to nestle her chin there. Her long, champagne locks frame her face, and my right palm slides through her tousled hair.
Her sluggish eyes meet mine, the sunshine practically trimming a halo around her head. Those green hues sparkle as they drain their fatigue, her thick lashes flipping my stomach on its side.
“I know you’re not a morning person, but to tell you the truth, I don’t think you’ve ever looked more beautiful than you do right now,” I admit.
“Oh yeah?” A smirk touches her face as she climbs up mybody. “How so?”
My teeth skate over my bottom lip. “You have that glow.” I drag my hand to the blanket at her chest, flipping it down to reveal her ample breast. Her eyes close on a moan when I pinch her nipple. “The kind I could get used to starting all my days with.” I lean my head down, nipping the bud between my teeth. “The kind I know my cock painted on you.”
A mild shiver rattles through her. “Agh, I need a shower,” she breathes.
“I wiped you up last night,” I rasp as I knead her ass.
She shakes her head, her palms planting against my pecs. “No, I have lake hair,” she whispers. “I’m gross, we can—”
My hands hook behind her thighs, flipping us so she’s on her back. I spread her legs out, her knees flat against the blanket underneath us.
She fists the wool, a pale pink blossoming above her breasts. Her peach nipples harden, and I lean forward to brush my nose against hers. “You want to know the real kind of glow you have?”
“What?” she hums.
“The kind that makes the sunlight seem real. Not an illusion anymore. It beamed around you just now, and for once, it was tangible. Like I could grab the damn sun from the sky and keep it between us forever.”
Her fingers grace my stubbled jawline, my cock stiffening to steel as they do. “It’s only right I return the favor,” she whispers. “No?”
My mouth slides down her neck to the valley of her tits, her abdomen spasming when I travel to her pussy. Her honey scent hugs me as I gently close my lips around her engorged clit, and I lightly suck on her.
