Page 30 of You've Got The Love
The last bit of control I’ve been clutching slips through my fingers. I cup her face—momentarily distracted by her freckles that dust her nose—and kiss her, and she kisses me back like we’ve both been holding our breath for years.
The world narrows to water rocking beneath us, the creak of the barge, her soft gasp against my lips.
I slide my hands into her hair, holding her as if I can anchor myself in her warmth. She parts her lips for me, and the kiss deepens, hungry and unsteady, as though we’re both afraid we’ll shatter if we stop.
She shifts closer, pressing against me, and I feel her heartbeat racing against my chest. My hands wander down, skimming the curve of her back, pulling her fully into my lap.
Amber whimpers softly, her fingers clutching at my shirt as I feel the warmth of her pussy pressing fully down onto my cock.Holy fuck. I can’t help but grip her arse, my fingers pressing deeply into her lush globes, and gently begin to rock her against me. All I want to do is rip away the layers between us and have her sink down onto my cock, but I manage, somehow, to hold back, to try and take it slow.
“Bas…” My name is a whisperanda plea.
I trail kisses down her throat, breathing in the faint scent of jasmine that always seems to cling to her. She tilts her head back, and I taste the edge of her collarbone before my hands skim up and find the hem of her shirt. She’s now rocking herself against me, using me to chase her pleasure.
I pause, giving her a chance to stop me.
“Please,” she breathes, and that single word undoes me.
I ease her shirt over her head, as the barge lantern light catches the soft lines of her skin. She’s beautiful—so fucking beautiful I forget to breathe for a moment. My fingers trace the curve of her waist and the swell of her breasts, as I press kisses over her chest, down over her bra—blackfucking lace—and latch on to one of her nipples. The noises she’s making while also digging her nails into my shoulders makes me growl against her.Fuck. Not having a woman for six years is making it almost impossible not to blow like a fucking teenager seeing a pair of tits for the first time.
She tugs at my shirt, and I pull it off, her hands splaying over the scar she can’t see that she touched earlier. She leans forward, kissing it without a word, and the gesture nearly breaks me in two.
I all but rip off her bra, throwing it somewhere, and just stare at her.My god. Her tits are perfection—creamy pillows tipped with high, tight, rosy nipples.
“Bas…” she whines, as she continues rocking hard against me, making me realise I’ve just been sitting here staring. I take both in my hands and push my face between them, breathing her in.
From there, things turn frantic. I pull one nipple fully into my mouth as I palm the other, her moans spurring me on, and I feast like a starved man.
She’s trembling in my lap, her hips rolling harder, and every soft, desperate sound she makes goes straight to my cock.
I slide one hand down, slipping past the band of her leggings and over the slick heat waiting for me.
“Fuck, Amber…” I can barely get the words out. She’s soaked for me, and the feel of her makes me dizzy.
She gasps, her head falling against my shoulder as I circle her clit with my thumb. Her body jerks in my lap, those softwhimpers turning to breathless little cries as I work her slowly, teasing her while she grinds down against me.
“Bas, I—” she stutters, her voice breaking into a moan when I slide two fingers inside her, curling them just right.
Her walls squeeze around me, greedy and hot, and I nearly lose it right there.
“You feel so fucking good,” I groan, watching her fall apart for me. My free hand is still on her breast, thumb flicking over her nipple, and she’s a mess of motion and sound—hips rolling, nails clawing at my shoulders, soft gasps that make my cock throb painfully against my jeans.
When she finally shudders in my lap, coming hard around my fingers, her cry is muffled against my neck. I hold her through it, rocking her gently, letting her ride out every trembling wave.
Before she’s even fully caught her breath, she’s fumbling at my jeans, her hands shaking with urgency.
“Need you,” she pants, eyes wide and glazed.
That’s it.The last bit of my frayed control snaps.
I lift her just enough to shove her leggings and panties off one leg while I rip my jeans and boxers down, my cock springing free, thick and aching. Her eyes drop to it, and she bites her lip before looking back up at me, all heat and need. The lip bite fucks me up.
I line myself up, letting the head of my cock slide through her slick folds, and we both moan at the contact.
“Amber…” I manage, my voice wrecked, “You sure?”
Her answer is to sink down on me in one slow, perfect slide.
“Fuck!” The word rips out of me as her heat grips me like a vice. I clutch her hips, holding on, because it feels too good—better than I imagined in every dark, lonely night I spent swearing I’d never let anyone this close again.
