Page 12 of Touch of Smoke
“Uh huh,” he said. “I want the words, Sariya. Give me the words.”
She wanted so much in this moment. To be naked. For him to be naked. To have him buried deep inside her. To flip his ass over and ride him until her come dripped down his dick.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, I missed you, Ro. I missed you so much.”
And she had. That was the absolute truth. From the moment she’d walked out of his hotel room she’d missed him and wanted him even more than she had before she’d experienced him. But she hadn’t turned back and she hadn’t answered any of his text messages that day or in the weeks after he’d returned to Denver. The break had to be clean for it to last. And it had until his birthday rolled around that December, and she’d been the one checking the time since Denver was three hours behind them on the east coast, until she knew he would be just waking up, and she’d texted him.
He’d responded and their normal check-in on each other had resumed. The relationship they had when she was simply Donyell’s best friend was back and that was how it should be.
But not tonight. Tonight, this frenzied heat that had circled them the moment they stared at each other at the lounge, was a full-blown inferno. And it was singeing her skin, making hererratic breaths come loudly and almost painfully as she accepted that she was going to need more.
“How much?” he whispered and pulled back so he could look into her face. “How much did you miss me?”
She held his gaze wanting desperately to be able to move her arms. To run her fingers along the line of his jaw or cup the back of his head and bring him back down for another searing kiss. “A lot,” she replied without him having to insist on a response. “How much did you miss me?”
“Too fuckin’ much,” he replied with a frown. “Too much, baby. I don’t know why you had to put us through that. I should punish you for putting us through that. Shouldn’t I?”
Noooooo, her mind screamed. She didn’t want to be punished a moment longer than the seven years being apart had already done. But then, the grimace on Ro’s face, the way he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth right after he asked that question had her pussy throbbing and her chest heaving. “Yes,” she whispered. “Punish me, baby.”
His smile was quick and potent. The kiss he dropped on her lips was wet, sloppy and enticing as he tried to suck her tongue right out of her mouth, then nipped first her bottom and then her top lip until she moaned. He released her wrists and hurriedly unzipped her shirt. “Take this little shit off,” he said, easing back so he could push the material from her shoulders.
She lowered her arms so he could pull off the sleeves. Then he ripped her bra. Tore that thin lace like it was paper and peeled it away from her breasts. His mouth came down over her nipple and applied instant suction, until she was arching up off the cushions. “Shit!” she hissed and clamped her hands onto his shoulders.
With his other hand he squeezed her left breast. Palming and kneading that one while his mouth sucked and his teeth scraped along the nipple of the right one. She felt like she wasbeing ravaged, the pleasure/pain peaks slamming into her with a vengeance as he expertly applied his teeth, tongue and hands to the job of arousing her beyond belief. Ro loved her breasts. That night in the hotel, after their first round, he’d propped himself up on an elbow and stared down at her as he used his free hand to rub and tweak her nipples, cup her breasts in the same way he was doing now and tell her how gorgeous they were.
“I missed these, babies,” he crooned over nipple. “Y’all miss daddy?” he asked and she almost giggled.
But he switched places then hands and teeth assaulted the opposite breast until his name tumbled from her lips.
He lifted his head to stare up at her and because she’d instantly missed his mouth from her nipple she opened her eyes to glance down at him. “What’s my name?”
She sighed and swiped her tongue over her lips. “Ronan,” she replied.
“Say it again,” he commanded and dipped his head to lick her nipple.
“Ronan,” she whimpered.
“Again,” he said, this time his voice muffled because he was already sucking her breast into his mouth again.
“Rooonaaan,” she wailed and pressed her hands to the back of his head to keep him in place.
Her pussy throbbed now, as she continued to undulate beneath him. There was no way to get enough friction, to have him exactly where she wanted him to release the buildup inside of her. Not like this. Not while they were fully dressed.
As if reading her mind, Ro pulled his mouth from her breast with a loud suction sound and she fell back on the cushion. He eased her legs from around him and pushed back until he was on his knees. Then he unzipped the side of her boots, pulling them off one by one. Her socks were removed next before he reached up to unsnap and unzip her pants. She lifted her ass to assist ingetting the fitted material past her hips. He’d grabbed the band of her panties at the same time, so that now he was sliding them both down her legs and off.
After he tossed the items onto the floor his gaze remained fixed on her now naked body. He cupped the ankle of her left leg and lifted it until he could prop it on the back of the sectional. The action spread her open for him and he groaned, his tongue coming out to snake along his lips. “Seven years,” he whispered. “Seven long ass years, Sariya.”
She wanted to apologize, wanted to admit she’d been a fool to push him away, but she didn’t. “We have now,” she said quietly.
His gaze shot up to hers and he gave her a little nod. “You’re right,” he said, “We have now and forever.”
Sariya didn’t have a moment to respond because he’d lowered himself and put his mouth between her legs. He hungrily licked at her clit, down her vulva to her center then back up to her clit again. Over and over again until she was squirming and whimpering and running so fast toward that release she was out of breath. But then, just when she was about to explode, he pulled back. His breathing ragged, lips glazed with her juices. He pulled the sweater up and over his head, taking the ribbed tank he wore beneath it off too. Then he lifted her right leg, put it up on his shoulder and went back to work, this time pushing two fingers inside her while his tongue lavished her once more.
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He wanted everything this time. Every moan, scream and cry. Every drop of her release. Every beat of her heart. He wanted itand he wasn’t going to stop until he had it all.
When she trembled, stilled and cried out beneath him, he kept licking, kept stroking his fingers inside her until she calmed. Then he eased back and moved off the sectional. He knelt down to remove the Oxford dress boots he wore and stood to release the snap and zipper of his jeans. She watched him beneath hooded lids, her mouth slightly parted as she worked to steady her breathing. He liked those eyes like this, when there was just a hint of a golden glow amidst the deep brown. He loved how swollen her lips looked after his kisses and bites, how hard her nipples were and the glistening moisture on her bare mound leftover from his mouth.
