Page 96 of False Start
It was otherworldly.
“Mads,” he croaked when I squeezed my fist around his crown and pumped him slow, slicking every inch of him until I knew he’d slide inside me with ease.
His hands slid under my back, fingers curling over my shoulders as I lined him up at my entrance. He pulled me down onto him, just the tip of him stretching me, and we both let out long, throaty moans.
“Wait,” he said.
I paused, both of us breathing hard, his eyes locked on mine where he hovered above me.
“If we do this,” he said, swallowing. “If you let me have you…”
“I’m not taking it back, Kyle.”
He closed his eyes, forehead dropping to mine as he shook his head like he couldn’t believe those words were true.
“Claim me,” I begged, arching into him. “Leave your mark. Get back what’s always been yours.Ruinme, if that’s what it takes.” I slid my hands into his hair and made him look at me before I kissed him hard, my next words vibrating against his lips. “Have me in every way you want, Kyle, because I’ll only ever belong to you.”
He let out a hot breath through his nose, like those words had seared him from the inside, and then his mouth captured mine in a punishing, exhilarating kiss.
And he flexed his hips, filling me, a groan ripping from his chest as I moaned and dug my nails into his back.
We were home again.
We were whole.
Kyle
She was made for me.
Every cell in my body screamed that irrefutable truth as I flexed inside her, both of us gasping and moaning and closing our eyes as the ecstasy of that connection consumed us.
I was hyperaware of everything in that moment — the way Madelyn’s nails marked my back with little crescents, how her breath caught in her delicate throat, the way she squeezed around me when I flexed just a little deeper, and how sweet her moan was, how it danced with the guttural groan that ripped from my chest.
“Fuck, Mads,” I cursed, shaking my head and burying my face in her neck. I kissed the flesh there, tasting her as I withdrew my hips just an inch before driving in again.
I wanted to bury myself so deep in her that we became one.
I wanted to erase every man who had been with her since me, every year that has separated us.
Something incredible happened this weekend, as if the moment we got on that plane together, we slipped into another universe where nothing and no one else mattered. We faced ourpast. We learned the truth. We couldn’t fight our feelings for one another anymore because there were no distractions.
This was meant to be.
Wewere meant to be.
“You’re perfect,” I murmured into her neck as I rocked my hips, out and back in, slow and steady. “Absolutely perfect.”
The moment she locked her heels behind my ass and urged me in deeper, I took the cue, raising up onto my palms so I could look down at her as I slid out and back in. She was molded to fit me, her walls slick and tight as they hugged every inch each time I flexed inside her.
The view was almost too much — her metallic hair a mess against the white pillows, her cheeks and neck the most beautiful shade of red, her breasts bouncing with every thrust of my hips. One of her hands gripped my shoulder, the other flying to cling to the sheets by her head. She held them for only a moment before that hand moved to palm her breast, rolling her nipple between her fingers and thumb.
“Yes, baby,” I praised, licking my lips before I dropped them to her chest. I covered her other breast with my mouth, circling her bud with my tongue. I sucked it with just the right pressure to make her moan and squirm. “You look so fucking pretty playing with your tits like this.”
“Kyle,” she breathed, and the way she flushed even harder told me my words both lit her up and embarrassed her.
I’d work to cure that, no matter how long it took.
Something told me her pleasure had been pushed to the wayside for far too long. She’d learn soon enough that with me? It would always be front and center.
