Page 52 of Backdraft
"Neither could I." I reached my hand and ran my fingers over his short-cropped hair, loving the velvety feel. I pulled him toward me until our lips met, and like at the top of the stairs, it was electric.
We definitely still had chemistry. Being here with him was all I wanted right now. He pulled me on top of him, and I straddled his hips. I moaned, feeling the strength of his arousal between my legs. Our lips clung together and his hand roamed under my tank top, pushing it up and then over my head. He unsnapped my bra without any hesitation, and removed it. My head fell back, and I closed my eyes, loving the touch of his hands on my sides and breasts.
"Oh, Taylor," I breathed his name.
"You're just as gorgeous as I remember," Taylor said as he sat up to nuzzle his face between my breasts. He kissed my skin until he found a hard peak and pulled it gently between his lips. I held his head close to me as he lapped and sucked, driving me crazy with desire. I'd heard you could have an orgasm from nipple stimulation, but I've never believed it until now.
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Taylor curled his arms around Drea's shoulders and pulled her in tightly. He'd hoped they would come to this place together, both of them agreeing to be together and reigniting the passion they'd shared.
He wasn't sure how quickly it would happen, and it was important for him that Drea initiated. But he hadn't expected it so soon. He wasn't complaining, not in the least, having been with her before only made him crave her more.
He realized now how important their weekend in Denver was to him. Now that she was here with him, he entertained the idea they could possibly make a future together. He realized it wasn't something that would happen overnight. It would take time.
He buried himself deep within her, giving her the pleasure she deserved. He’d remapped every inch of her body, loving the way she responded to him, and they both held each other as their climax enveloped them. She gasped and made a cry of pleasure before she flopped over him. It couldn't be more perfect. Her heart beat against his chest, and their breathing matched in time.
They lay quietly, and the sheen of exertion on their skin slowly evaporated. He rubbed his palm over her shoulder and down her arm to her hip and her arm draped over his waist.
"Wow." Drea's breath fluttered against his neck where she'd buried her face.
"Okay?” he asked her.
Drea rolled onto her side so she could look at him.
She nodded and smiled. "Mmm, very."
"I'm glad. No regrets?"
She shook her head and placed her palm on his cheek. Her hand was warm and soft. He turned his face to kiss her skin. She shook her head. "I'm glad."
After a few minutes laying quietly in each other’s arms, Taylor said. “I'm going to have a shower. Care to join me?" He gave her a crooked grin.
"As long as it is just a shower. Don't get any ideas now." She rolled away and bounded out of the bed. He watched her dash into the bathroom, enjoying the view of her naked back and heart-shaped behind. The water turned on, and he jumped out of bed after her.
Taylor couldn't believe how great he felt. He’d had an amazing sleep and experienced wonderful intimacy making love to Drea. He couldn't remember the last time he’d felt so happy.
The scent of pineapple drifted on the steam out of the bathroom. Taylor smiled, liking the feminine scents that had begun to overtake his house.
From the doorway, he saw her from behind the glass wall of the shower. He closed the bathroom door to let steam fill the room. He remembered she liked her showers hot. She didn't hear him approach when he stepped inside.
Soaping his hands, he slid them across her back and shoulders. She didn't say anything, and when he massaged her neck, and dropped her head forward.
He continued to run his hands over the warm slipperiness of her skin, working down her shoulders and arms and back up under her sides to encircle and cup her breasts. His erection grew, and she pushed her butt back into him, arching herself against his chest.
Her breasts were wonderfully firm, and her nipples rose up under his thumbs. She reached behind them to grasp his hips. Her nails dug into his ass cheeks, but the pain was necessary to bank his arousal a little bit. He wanted to bring her closer to the edge. To tease her.
With one hand, he cradled her breasts on his forearm, and with the other, he slowly slid down her taut belly to her folds where he found her nub that he could work magic on before slipping lower to find her center with his fingertips. She sagged in his arms.
Her head fell back on his shoulder as he sweetly tormented her until her body tensed with her orgasm. He pumped his hips, sliding his cock between the firm globes of her buttocks.
She whispered, "Come, Taylor. I want you to come on me."
Her words took him over the edge. He groaned into her neck with one last push as he did as she commanded and let himself come. He growled, unable to remain silent. He braced his legs, needing to keep them from sliding to the floor, and he held her tightly almost losing control of his muscles on the waves of his orgasm. He couldn’t… never wanted, to let her go. Slowly he found his balanced again and drew in a ragged breath.
She turned, and they clung to each other, the hot water sluicing down them. He muttered, “fuck, that was incredible.”
She reached between them, stroked his length, and cupped his balls.
