Page 53 of Halfway to Hell
Moving further down, he kissed every scar that marred her body, wanting Sunday to know those tiny imperfections didn’t bother him. They told him she was a survivor.
She did need him. Did want him to make everything fall away? What did that say about her? Did it make her weak? She didn’t know, but …God, she wanted him.
“Sunday.” He needed her to look at him. “Tell me you want me.”
“I want you.” He was heat, sex, and safety all rolled into the perfect man he was.
She saw the moment he relented and let her get his shirt off. When she reached for his pants, he felt her hand rub over his heavy erection. When her hand cupped him and squeezed, he took a deep breath.
“Careful, baby,” he cautioned. The rasp of his zipper had Texas closing his eyes.
Managing to get his pants unfastened, she finally had her hand on his cock, Texas moaned as she stroked him. He rocked against her hand, picking up the pace as she tightened her grip. “Doll.”
Sunday opened her eyes hearing Texas say her name.
“Are you sure?” he asked her, needing reassurance. Even if she wanted him; Texas worried about her not being ready.
Nodding her head, she leaned in where she could press her lips to his. When she eased back laying her head on the pillow, she told him the truth. “I need to feel whole again, Texas.” Licking her lips she let go of his cock and started shoving at his jeans. “You’re still dressed.”
They both laughed as Sunday tried helping Texas get his clothes off. When he was finally naked, he laid on his back watching her unfastened the thin cotton bra she wore. His mouth watered waiting for her to wiggle out of the matching panties.
“Take those off… slowly.” He wanted to savor the moment he saw her bare to him. When she eased the panties down, his tongue grazed his bottom lip seeing the light hair that covered her mound. Watching as Sunday crawled towards him Texas waited for her to straddle him, instead she shoved his legs apart.
Her head bobbed up and down sucking his cock. The sight of her between his legs had him ready to blow. He heard Sunday moan, and Texas barely noticed she was fingering herself as she licked and sucked his cock.
Running his hand through her hair, tangling her hair around his hand, Texas forced Sunday to stop and crawl up where she straddled him. Letting go of her hair, he rolled them over where he lay between her legs.
His hands went to Sunday’s hips and drove into her. Her cries of pleasure had Texas picking up the rhythm. He heard her breathing heavily mixed with whimpers and soft moans. He didn’t ease up as she called out his name begging for more. Texas let go of her hip, grabbing her hand lacing it on the headboard where she could hold on to it. Her other hand was gripping his shoulder as he fucked her.
“Look at me. Keep your eyes on me.” He groaned struggling to keep from coming.
Pulling out Texas moved down the bed.
Sunday released the headboard when Texas pulled her down the bed and moaned softly as his mouth found her breast. His tongue pressed against her already hard nipple sending little shock waves through her clit. Arching up into his mouth, she got a little nip sending sparks through her.
The feeling of him made her ache and wondering what he had in store for her next. It only took her wiggling underneath him to get Texas moving his mouth down her stomach, across her abdomen. The man was driving her crazy. When his head dipped between her thighs, she gripped the sheets. Her eyes rolled back into her head as he raked his teeth across her clit. The man was either an angel or a devil, she couldn’t tell which, but more than once she called out to God and even did a little begging for more. Unfortunately, he was fine with the begging and the praying.
When he pulled her legs over his shoulder and knelt with his cock at her entrance she told him she couldn’t take much more, Texas smiled wickedly at her and showed her exactly how much more she could handle by driving deep into her; he took her overcompletely. The burning need to keep him inside her bordered-on insanity.
Texas stared down at the beautiful woman beneath him as he buried his cock into her weeping pussy and realized she was what he’d been waiting for. Sunday was home for him, wherever she was would be his home. Holding on to her thighs he lost himself in her cries of pleasure as he ground against her and came.
He heard his name on her lips as he sagged against her. His heart pounded in his ears. Kissing the inside of her thighs, Texas placed her feet on the mattress. He could hardly keep his weight off her as they both panted against one another’s sweat drenched bodies. When he went to pull away, Sunday tightened her legs around him, keeping him in place.
Sunday tangled her hands into the sheets, holding on as Texas pounded his cock into her pussy. She’d mistakenly thought she’d been with men, they had all been boys she realized now. When she called out for his hand, he reached out blindly grasping it, holding onto it as she cried out coming, then he followed her with his own pleasure.
Clinching her hips around him Sunday kept him in place. When he kissed her, she loosened her grip for him to roll next to her. His hand rested on her stomach; his fingers drawing little circles as his eyes fluttered shut. “I love you, Sunday Mornin.”
Sunday rolled over where she could look at Texas. Had she just heard correctly? “Can you say that again, please?”
“I love you.”
Hearing those three little words she started crying. She attempted to hold back the tears, but it seemed as though afaucet had been opened. For fuck’s sake she was becoming an overly emotional female. “Are those happy tears?” She heard him ask her.
“Yes,” she said with a hiccup. “I love you too.”
Feeling him tug her down to him, she buried her face in his chest trying to gain control of her emotions. She failed miserably. Instead, she let the happy tears fall followed by a small laugh. God, she was happy.
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