Page 49 of Back to You
Her eyes meet mine, dark pools of desire, and I can feel the heat emanating from her body. As she begins unbuttoning my jeans, my own breaths quicken and my heart pounds, aching for her.
Our bodies intertwine, limbs tangled and hearts racing. I lay her gently onto my bed, her skin warm against mine, and I can't help but marvel at the beauty lying beneath me. She arches her back, pressing her body against mine, and I can feel her need for me. I’m aching for her touch, my body trembling with anticipation.
Our lips crash together, re-exploring each other's mouth. My hands caress her sides as I slowly peel away her remaining clothes, revealing more of her flawless skin. Fuck, she’s perfect. She tugs at my shirt and I help her remove it, our lips barely parting. Soon, we're both bare, skin against skin, drinking in the sight of each other.
I trail kisses down her neck, savoring her soft sighs. My lips find her breasts, teasing and tasting as she arches into me. Her fingers tangle in my hair, urging me on.
I kiss lower, across her stomach, her hips. She gasps as my mouth reaches her center, her thighs trembling. I explore her folds with my tongue, savoring her sweetness as she writhes beneath me. Her fingers grip the sheets as I circle and flick, alternating pressure and speed.
I can feel the tension building in her body as her breaths come faster. She moans my name, spurring me on. I slide two fingers inside her, curling them as I continue to taste her. Her hips buck against my face as I find that perfect spot. She's close now, her whole body quivering.
I increase my pace, drinking in her gasps and cries of pleasure. Suddenly, she stiffens, back arching off the bed. A long, low moan escaped her lips as waves of ecstasy crashed over her.I hold her hips, not letting up until the last tremors subside. She collapses back onto the bed, chest heaving.
I kiss my way back up her body, savoring the saltiness of her skin. Her eyes flutter open as I reach her face, a dreamy smile playing on her lips. She pulls me down for a deep, languid kiss, tasting herself on my tongue.
Her hands roam my back, nails lightly scratching, sending shivers down my spine. I groan into her mouth as she wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer.
The heat between us is electric, every point of contact igniting sparks across my skin. She rolls us over suddenly, straddling my hips. Her hair falls in a curtain around us as she leans down to kiss me again. I run my hands up her thighs, relishing the softness of her skin. She grinds against me teasingly, drawing a low moan from my throat.
Slowly, tortuously, she pulls me up to her, our bodies sliding against each other as she captures my lips in a searing kiss. I can feel the aftershocks of her pleasure still rippling through her body. Her hands roam my back, nails lightly scratching, sending shivers down my spine.
Slowly, deliberately, she rocks her hips against mine. I groan at the sensation, my hands gripping her thighs. She continues her languid movements, building the friction between us. Her breasts sway enticingly and I can't resist reaching up to cup them, thumbs brushing over her sensitive peaks. She gasps, arching into my touch.
She rocks her hips slowly, sliding along my length. I can feel how ready she is, her wetness coating me.
Her eyes lock with mine, pupils blown wide with lust. I grip her hips, urging her on. With agonizing slowness, she lifts herself up and then sinks down onto me. We both gasp at the sensation as she takes me in fully. She's so tight, so hot aroundme. I fight to keep my eyes open, not wanting to miss a moment of her beauty.
She begins to move at a slow, deliberate pace. Her breasts swaying with each roll of her hips. I reach up to cup them, thumbs circling her nipples. She moans, head falling back as she arches into my touch. Her nipples harden under my fingertips as I caress and knead her soft flesh.
She leans into my hands, quickening her pace slightly. I can feel every inch of her as she rises and falls, her inner walls gripping me tightly. The friction is incredible, sending waves of pleasure through my body with each movement.
I thrust up to meet her, matching her rhythm. Our bodies move together in perfect synchronicity like we were made for each other. Like she was made for me.
She braces her hands on my chest, nails digging in slightly as she grinds down harder. I groan at the sensation, my hands moving to grip her hips. Her skin glistens with a fine sheen of sweat, giving her an ethereal glow in the dim light. I'm mesmerized by the sight of her above me—head thrown back in ecstasy, lips parted as breathy moans escape.
Her movements become more urgent as passion overtakes us both. I sit up, wrapping my arms around her to pull her flush against me. Our lips meet in a searing kiss, tongues tangling as we breathe each other's air.
She grinds down harder, taking me impossibly deeper. I groan into her mouth, overwhelmed by the sensation. My hands roam her back, tracing the curve of her spine. Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging gently as she breaks the kiss to trail her lips along my jaw.
Heat builds between us, coiling tighter with each roll of her hips. I can feel her trembling in my arms, so close to the edge. I slide a hand between our bodies, fingers finding thatsensitive bundle of nerves. She cries out at my touch, her rhythm faltering.
"Let go," I murmured against her neck. "I've got you."
My words seem to shatter the last of her restraint. She arches against me, crying out as waves of pleasure crash over her. I hold her close, drinking in every gasp and shudder. Her inner muscles clench around me rhythmically, pulling me deeper. It pushes me to my own peak and I follow her over the edge with a deep groan.
For long moments, we stay locked together, our ragged breathing the only sound in the dim room. Slowly, the tension drains from her body and she collapses against my chest. I stroke her back gently, savoring the silky feel of her skin.
The sweet fragrance of cherries in her hair blends with the lingering musk of our passion, a heady mix of warmth, skin, and something undeniably us.
The air is thick with warmth, heavy with the scent of her skin and the remnants of everything we just shared. Mariana is curled against me, her body soft but not fully at ease. I feel it in the way she shifts every few seconds, in the way her fingers twitch, in the almost imperceptible wince when she moves her arm. She’s sore and in pain. I know she won’t say a word about it because she never does. So I do what she won’t ask for. I take care of her.
I press a kiss to her temple, then carefully slip out of bed. She makes a sleepy, half-protesting sound, her fingers barely gripping my arm as if to pull me back. “I’ll be right back,” I murmur. “Close your eyes.”
She doesn’t. Of course, she doesn’t. She’s stubborn as hell. Instead, she watches me as I disappear into the bathroom, her gaze unreadable, lingering. I run warm water over a towel, wringing it out until it’s just the right amount of heat. Not scalding, but warm enough to soothe.
When I return, she’s still watching me. I sit beside her, gently pressing the warm towel to her skin. She inhales sharply, her breath catching at the sudden heat.
I drag it slowly over her, wiping the remnants of us away. She watches me the entire time. Not stopping me, not speaking. Just letting me do this for her. Her fingers twitch against the sheets, like she’s not used to being cared for like this. I press the towel to her hip, brushing my thumb along the inside of her thigh, soothing, not teasing.
