Page 27 of One Wild Night
“Always.” Hesmiled.
“Always?” Something that resembled that hurt flickered within her eyes, but only for a moment. It was gone before he could really take note of it, but it made him feel bad all the same. The same way he knew what she was thinking, he knew he was walking on dangerous ground, and he hoped she didn’t think he was toying with heremotions.
She looked down for a moment as said, “I liedearlier.”
“Baby, you told many lies earlier.” He reached for her chin and lifted her gaze back to his. “I couldn’t keep up. Which lie are we talkingabout?”
She smiled at his joke. “I said ‘no’ when you asked me if I missedyou.”
It was the first time all day that she let him in. Sure, he knew she’d been just as consumed as he was when the passion gripped them, but this was her. Her soul wasspeaking.
“Did you miss me, Babydoll?” he kept his hands to her chin, holding her there because he wanted to see hereyes.
“Yes.”
“I missed you, too.” He toldher.
Now there was sadness in her eyes. He didn’t want her to feel sad. He didn’t want her to feel anything but happy and to feel the pleasure they feltearlier.
“And your fantasy body.” He thought he’d bring it back to the fun, so as not to open wounds that shouldn’t have beenmade.
The smile returned to her face, and he went back to his plan to indulge on her fine body. He ran his fingers over the soft fabric of her top, backward and forward over the hard peaks of her nipples, which were hard for him again. She pressed into the wall, enjoying the feel, just as he intended herto.
Enough waiting. It was time for action. He lifted the little top over her head and undid the pink clasp that held her bratogether.
Those beautiful breasts spilled out, full and rounded, ready tosuck.
“I missed burying my face between your tits.” He did miss this, and so bury his face he did between her large globes, nuzzling the soft skin there and inhaling her sweetscent.
She laughed as he rubbed his face between her again, but drew in a breath as he made his way over to suck on her nipples. He wanted to do it like earlier and tease the pleasure out of her. The little bead hardened between his lips, and he looked up to see that her eyes were closed and her mouth was open as she gasped for air. He sucked her harder and moved over to the next one while he rolled the other between hisfingers.
“That’s so good,” shemoaned.
“I’m about to make you feelbetter.”
He lifted her up once more and gently lowered her to the center of the bed. He was right; she did look good there. She gave him the pleasure of taking off her jeans, but he decided to leave her panties on for a little longer. They were a soft pink, lacy high-leg ones that look almost like a thong. It was a great color against the gold of her skin and that mass of long, wild, brown hair that curled at the edge of her elbows. It was also a shade darker than hernipples.
Calm. He needed to stay calm. If he didn’t, he’d finish right here just from the sight of her. How could he have been without her for the last sixyears?
And, worse, how had she been his once and he allowed her to leave him? Scott was known for his swift ability to think fast when he played football; his team relied on that talent ofhis.
But, he hadn’t used it when he needed it the most. What an idiot he’d been. He shouldn’t have needed anybody besides the perfect woman who sat before himnow.
He shrugged out of his own clothes and enjoyed the hungry look she gave him when she saw his super hard cock. Scott moved to her just wanting to kiss her. He wanted to taste that sweetness of her that made him want her. Only she tasted like this. She kissed him back with reckless abandon, and his tired soul sank intoit.
He traced kisses right down her body, from head to toe then back up to between her thighs where he parted her legs and ran his fingers right over her center and made a circling motion. He wished he could take a picture of how she looked right now. There is nothing more arousing for a man to see how turned on his woman is forhim.
He didn’t stop circling, and the orgasm that shook her sent her reaching for him and shuddering against the sheets. Still, he held back on going beneath her panties because he wanted to see her do thatagain.
He stroked her again and again. Now, the strained look on her face was between pleasure and pain, but it was telling him that she wanted more -- so much more. And he was ready to give it toher.
Scott rolled the pink panties down her legs and tossed them with the rest of clothes on the ground. Then, before she could recover, he reached inside her with his fingers and stroked the jewel that would take him home, the spot that opened the doorway to pleasingher.
“Scott!” She cried out his name and grabbed onto thesheets.
A blast of pleasure and the same triumph he had felt earlier surged through him because she was all his now. All his, and he had to tasteher.
He went down between her legs and relished the sweet taste of her. She was sweet like fruit, like the most delicious fruit he had ever tasted, and never had until now. He stayed there, greedily, as orgasm after orgasm shook her, and until the need to be inside her completely overwhelmedhim.
