Page 69 of The Love You Fight For
“Oh my god,” she cries, arching her back and thrusting her hips in time with mine.
I feel myself approaching the edge of climax, but I don’t want this to end. After this weekend, I don’t know how long it will be until I see her again. Will it be days or weeks? Months? I’m not ready for it to be over, so I pull out and spread her legs, pushing her knees to her chest so I can feast on her pussy again.
“Chris. Fuck, Chris.” She gasps, fisting her hands in my hair, pulling tighter as she comes again on my lips.
When I push my aching cock back into her, I kiss her so she can taste herself on me.
“I’m going to come soon,” I tell her, pushing in as deep as I can and pulsing slowly.
Our sweaty, sticky bodies meld together, and she meets mythrusts. I brush her hair back, cradle her face in my hands, and gaze at her. Fuck, she’s beautiful like this. She’s beautiful always, but especially like this. Raw and stripped down. No walls. No masks. Bare for me and only me.
When I come, it’s with her mouth fused to mine, her legs and arms wrapped around me, and her name in my mind like a prayer.
I wakewith Sam naked and plastered to my side, and for a moment, all I can do is stare at her.
She is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. How long do I have her like this? How long do I get to keep her this time? I twirl the ends of her hair around my fingers, then softly trace her jaw and lips. She whimpers and tightens her hold on me, and I have to swallow back my laugh.
Slowly, I slide out from under her until she’s snuggling with the pillow, and then I slip beneath the sheet. I maneuver her leg so it’s bent up, giving me perfect access to her pussy, and then I kiss my way up her inner thigh until I am able to lick her freely.
The moment my tongue hits her, she groans and pushes back onto my face. I can tell the moment she wakes because she widens her legs farther and tilts her pelvis to give me better access. I press a kiss to her ass cheek and slip a finger into her pussy.
“Good morning,” I say against her skin, and then I hook my hands around her waist and tug her up on her knees so I can eat her fully from behind.
“Holy shit,” Sam says, and her fingers fist into the mattress.
When I move my mouth to the soft, sensitive flesh between her pussy and asshole, she yelps and jerks forward, falling face first into her pillow.
“Too filthy for you, princess?” I laugh, rubbing my fingers back through her pussy lips.
“You werenotjust going to eat my ass,” she breathes out, staring at me over her shoulder with wide, shocked eyes.
I laugh some more. I feel like we’re two kids in a poorly made blanket fort beneath this bedsheet, and it makes me feel fucking giddy. I press another kiss to her ass cheek and flash her a smirk.
“I was mostdefinitelygoing to eat your ass.” I start rubbing fast circles on her clit, and her eyes flutter shut. “But if you’re not ready for that, I can make you come this way instead.”
She nods and whimpers into her pillow.
“Yes. Please,” she says, and in under a minute, she’s coming on my hand.
“I can’t walk,” she whines, and I roll my eyes as I slip out from under the bedsheets and lie on the pillow next to her. “I’m never leaving this bed.”
I don’t say anything. I just run my gaze over her face until she gives me a sweet smile.
“I can feel you looking at me,” she says, and I shrug.
“Stop being so pretty, and I’ll stop looking.”
She opens her eyes just so she can roll them at me, and then she sits up, letting the sheet fall to her waist, giving me a perfect view of the tattoo on her back. I realize of all the times we’ve been together, I’ve never seen her naked back. Even last night in the lake, I didn’t get a good view. The artwork is breathtaking.
“Wow, Sam.” I reach my fingers up to graze them over the image of Medusa inked onto her skin. Goose bumps trail her skin in the wake of my fingertips, but she doesn’t flinch away. Instead, she leans into my touch. “How long did this take you?”
She’d said she had a tattoo on her shoulder, but this is much bigger than I expected. It covers half of her back, and the detail is impeccable, even down to the face on every single snake. I move her hair off her back and drape it over her shoulder so I can study the tattoo better.
“A couple of sessions,” Sam says. “Maybe twelve hours total.”
The tattoo is mostly grayscale, but the snakes are shadowed with various shades of green and gold, and Medusa is sporting dark red lips and ice blue eyes.
I blink and study the tattoo again, and then it hits me.
