Page 20 of Then Came You

It’s not enough, but it’s everything.

One hand is on my chin, while another is massaging my chest. I’ve never been more pissed off that I’m wearing a shirt. I want to feel her skin on skin.

Nothing in my whole damn life has felt as right as kissing Row. The moment my mouth claimed hers, I knew there was no going back.

“Wow,” she whispers huskily, pulling back a touch. Her hot breath fans my face, lingering on my skin. Her lips are parted, and her eyes flutter in shyness. Her pliant and aroused demeanour is as close to heaven as one can get.

The way her chest rises and falls with every shallow breath, and the way she gazes into my eyes, tells me she wanted that kiss to happen as much as I did. I need to feel her lips again. I pull the back of her neck to me, gently placing my lips on hers this time. The kiss is much slower, neither of us ready to be more aggressive.

I move slightly, and she flinches. It’s ever so light, but I catch it, so I pull away. She’s in an uncomfortable position, and I can see it’s hurting her even though she’d never let me know it.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” I scan her body for immediate damage.

I seem to stun her with my worry. It’s the dad in me to be overly cautious.

“Oh no, no. I just fell earlier, and my ribs are a little sore.”

That explains the wince.

“Come here, Tink,” I command in a low gravelly voice. Her pouty lips turn upward slightly in the most precious smile. She straightens and moves around to where I’m seated, situating herself between my legs.

I sit up, marvelling at this wondrous woman standing above me. I don’t have to crane my neck that far considering she’s significantly shorter than me, but from any angle, my mind's made up that she’s faultless. I brazenly brush my fingertips on the outside of her thighs, eliciting a tiny moan from her mouth.

God, if it’s a sound I need to commit to memory, it’s that one.

I take my time making sure I don’t just commit every sound but expression too.

Reaching for the hem of her shirt, I linger, procrastinating if I should sneak it up her hips or just run my hands over the fabric. I go with the latter. She gasps and bends forward until she’s resting her hands on my shoulders. She’s almost breathless, panting as I find all her dips, valleys, and curves. The dimmed lights illuminate her pretty face, making her seem angelic and so far out of my reach.

“Tell me what you’re thinking?” I swallow, hoping whatever we’re doing extends well beyond tonight. It’s uncanny how I spent half my life with Avalon and didn’t feel as connected as I do here in this moment with Row.

“It’s illogical the way I want you,” she whispers, like she’s confessing her deepest darkest secret. Her chest heaves as the words leave her lips. If only she knew I felt the same.

I easily lift her so she straddles my lap, and grab her neck, pulling her face to touch mine so our lips are a breath away from a kiss, “I’m infatuated with you on a cerebral level.” She hums at my words and does a slight roll of her hips, making my cock involuntarily jut underneath her. She gulps before she presses her mouth back to mine, this time, pushing her tongue inside.

Our kiss is fiery and messy in equal measures, and it’s hands down the hottest moment of my life. It’s raw. Animalistic. Feral. I’m vibrating with pleasure if this is just the beginning of what’s to come.

My cock is like a steel nail underneath her, and I'm afraid at any moment it’s going to rip through the fabric of my pants and pierce through her soaking cunt. A sick part of me hopes she leaves a wet spot or leaks on me so I can smell her on me for days.

“You feel so good,” she coos between kisses, writhing in my lap. It’s fucking torture.

“Fucking perfect,” I hiss, pulling away and inhaling a lungful of hair before pressing biting kisses to her neck. She gasps at my stubble rasping against her skin, and lets out these mewling sounds that make me dangerously close to making a mess in my pants.

I boldly start exploring her body, my hand palming over her covered chest. I pull one of the flimsy cups of her bra down, feeling something cool and steel on one of her breasts. Fuck. Her nipple is pierced.

Squeezing her boob, which is easily larger than my large hand, I turn my attention back to twisting the metal that is currently short-circuiting my brain. Row goes crazy at the stimulation, bucking her hips as if she’s jockeying one of those mechanical horses at Timezone.

If I’m to be honest, my brain doesn’t know how to process what’s happening right now.

As I pull, Row arches her back, digging her pussy right on my cock and careens into a sudden climax. It’s otherworldly to watch. “Yes, oh God, yes, ah, ah, ahhhh.” Her entire body shudders as if she’s about to burst into a million pieces.

Watching her spurs on my own body, but I won’t under any circumstance come in my pants like a pubescent teen who stole his dad’s vintage pornos. It doesn’t even matter if my balls are going to be every shade of blue after witnessing this.

I’ve never seen something more exquisite.

Not even if I develop amnesia will I forget this image.

As she finds her breath and stills, I peer at her face, which is coated in a sheen of sweat, and smirk at her swollen bee-stung lips.

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