Page 44 of Follow Me
Come to think of it, he actually couldn’trememberthe last time he’d had an orgasm.
Shit.
Still, she kissed him, her grip on his hair—ow—surprisingly strong.
Apparently, pulling away wasn’t going to be an option. Not without risking hurting her.
Wait…
He gave up and kissed her back, enjoying the way she nipped at his lips, the way she ground against him.
He kissed her and let his mind go blank. And when her grip on his hair eased and he naturally took over, he shoved it out of his mind that he was worried about her.
Because thisfeltlike her.
Likethem.
Reaching up, he fisted her hair, like he used to. Her sweet, sexy moan in reply drilled straight through his soul and into his cock.
Especially when she started grinding against him, rocking along his cock, which now had the front of his shorts tented.
Protesting briefly crossed his mind, asking for a slow-down, or a moment to talk. But then without interrupting their kiss she reached between them with one hand, fumbled his shorts open, and fished out his cock.
And impaled herself on it.
He didn’t know which of them moaned louder as he sank balls-deep inside her sweet, slick pussy.
Ohhhh…damn.
“Yes!” she whispered.
With the hold in her hair he tipped her head back and grazed her throat with his teeth as she tried to rock on his cock.
More tears flowed, and he didn’t know if it was grief or relief or just some weird mental breakdown he was having.
Nothing made sense in his brain right now.
Nothing.
He’d never been a man who followed his cock. Ever. But right now, as his other arm encircled her waist and he ground up into her, following his cock felt like theperfectidea.
He lifted his head from her throat to look into her sweet blue eyes. Every night away from her had sucked and reminded him how fragile life was.
Every night he’d sucked it up and reminded himself being apart was maybe going to save her life, even if it gutted him from the inside out.
She was the center of his world, the light in his soul, and whatever he had to do to save her, he’d do it.
He ground up into her again, hard, deep, and watched the way her lower lip caught under her teeth the way it always had.
She grabbed his head and pulled his mouth back to her throat, tipping her head to the side. “Please mark me, Sir.”
Deep within his soul his tattered shadows stirred, crying out for her.
Needing her.
He nuzzled the left side of her throat, her flesh warm and soft under his lips. She was wearing his shirts and, yeah, he loved seeing her doing that.
Holding her head in place, he gently bit down.
