Page 123 of Midnight Between Us
I shrug off my flannel shirt, then tug the shirt underneath free from my jeans and shrug it off.She watches, eyes fixed on the scar near my shoulder, the one she kissed the night before I left.Her fingers lift, brushing it like a question.Like she’s wondering if it still hurts.
It does.Not the skin—the history.
Clothes become a trail on the floor.My jeans, hers.Her bra, caught halfway off.We’re slow, not for show, but because neither of us wants to miss any of this.Not the way her breath hitches when I kiss the center of her chest.Not the tremor in her fingers when she traces my jaw like she’s trying to memorize it.
Sims says, “You,” and that’s it.I’m done pretending this is about anything else.
She parts her legs wider, eyes burning into mine like she’s daring me to take what’s always been mine.My palms slide under her thighs, dragging her to the edge of the bed until her hips are tilted just right, and I can see everything.She’s wet—dripping, swollen, slick with want—and I haven’t even really started.
I bend forward, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh, then another just beside it.Her breath stutters.I hook one arm beneath her knees and the other behind her back.She gasps, surprised—but she doesn’t resist.
I lift her.Just enough to shift her fully onto the mattress, to lay her down like a vow I never stopped making.
The way she looks at me—lips parted, pupils blown, heart wide open—it wrecks me.And still, I press her into the bed like she belongs there because she does.
“Fuck,” I murmur, my mouth hovering just above her.“Look at you.”
I dip my head and drag my tongue through her slit, slow and firm, just to taste her.Her whole body jerks.
“Oh my God—” she gasps, fingers diving into my hair, clutching like she needs something to hang on to.
I do it again, tongue flat and greedy.Her clit pulses under the pressure, and I hum against it, letting the sound vibrate through her.
“You’ve been starving for this,” I murmur, voice low.“Haven’t you?”
“Don’t talk,” she pants.“Just—fuck—just do it again.”
So I do.I suck her clit into my mouth, firm and slow, then pull back and do it again.My tongue works in tight, filthy circles, then long, messy strokes down to her entrance, where I lick into her like I’m trying to devour every ounce of her sweetness.Her hips roll, chasing my mouth, and I give her what she wants.
Two fingers slide into her—slow, knuckle-deep, curling until I feel that spongy spot that makes her cry out.
“There,” I say against her pussy, the heat of my breath making her writhe.“That’s where you want it, right?”
“Yes.Fuck.Yes.”
I suck her harder, fingers moving in rhythm, fucking her slow but deep while my tongue laps at her clit.Her thighs shake.She’s soaked—my hand, my mouth, the sheets under her.Her taste is everywhere, and I want more.
“Can’t believe how wet you are,” I growl.“So fucking desperate.You gonna come like this?On my face?”
“Don’t stop,” she chokes out.“I’m gonna—I’m?—”
She comes fast and hard, pussy clenching around my fingers, hips bucking into my mouth.She screams my name, loud and ragged, and I don’t stop.I work her through it, tongue flicking, fingers driving into her slow and deep as her body trembles.
I keep going until she whimpers and tries to pull away, thighs clamping around my head.“Too much?—”
I pull back, mouth wet, breathing hard.
“You taste better than I remembered,” I rasp, licking my bottom lip.“Honestly, I could’ve stayed down there all day, probably even the night.”
I crawl up her body, cock dragging against her inner thigh, thick and aching.She’s still flushed, dazed, lips parted like she’s about to say something, but can’t remember what words are.
I lean in and kiss her, deep and slow, letting her taste herself on my tongue as I grind against her hard.Just as I grip her hips, she stops the kiss and looks back at me, flushed, breathless, pupils blown.
“Top drawer,”she says.“The condoms are in the top drawer.”
I still.“You keep condoms in your drawer?”
She lifts her chin, mouth twitching with something between a challenge and a confession.“I was hopeful, and it’s not like you can go out to buy any.”
