Beneath the Stars (Falling Stars #4) - A.L. Jackson Page 0,85
head as I let my tongue slip-slide along the delicate slope of her throat. I took a quick path south until I had the rosy, hardened tip of her nipple in my mouth. I nibbled it with my teeth.
“Rhys,” she whimpered. “Oh, God.”
“Am I hurtin’ you?”
“No. I want you. All of you. In any way. In every way. If you only knew the fantasies I’ve had about you. All the ways I imagined you taking me.”
She said it while she used my hair for leverage, rocking that tight body over my dick, riding me hard.
“Baby.”
I used the word like a caution sign because she sure as shit shouldn’t be talking to me like that.
All she said was, “Please.”
I shifted her so I was holding her with one arm around the waist, the other twisting between us so I could rub her throbbing clit.
Girl writhing. Begging.
So gorgeous.
Need screamed across her shimmery flesh.
This girl who the only thing I wanted was for her to spread her wings and fly.
“Look at you, Goddess Girl. Don’t know how it’s possible. Touchin’ you like this. Feel so good. You have any idea? Best fuckin’ thing I’ve ever felt.”
“I’d never dared to hope that someone could make me feel like this.” It was more praise falling from her tongue. “Don’t stop. Never stop.”
Pleasure raced my spine.
Prickles and sparks.
Coming in waves.
I rolled my thumb over her clit while my hips thrust erratically.
Girl met me stroke for stroke.
Driving me to a bliss I’d never known.
“You feel it?”
Frantically, she nodded her head, girl bouncing all over me like the best kind of wet dream. “I feel you.”
“Let go, Sweet Thing.”
I gave in, too. Taking her hard and deep.
Nails scratched into my shoulders.
“Yes. Rhys.”
Her words were choppy, and I could feel every molecule in her wind tight.
Pleas dropping as whispers from her lips. Growing thicker. Needier. Deeper.
Swore, I could see it gather in the space.
Way the mist swirled and glowed.
Something brilliant.
Something blinding.
Something I didn’t deserve but couldn’t stop from taking, anyway.
Felt it the second she split.
When her walls clutched my dick.
When her head rocked back against the shower wall and she moaned so deep.
And I held her there as she flew. While she mumbled incoherently.
While my hips jerked and snapped and this girl dragged me with her.
I pulled out a second before I lost it, scrambling to set her on her feet while I went to rubbing myself all over her belly like a desperate, needy fuck.
I came all over her stomach.
Thought for a minute she would be horrified, but I should’ve known this girl would take it as something cherished, too.
Way she was still rocking, her hands on my ass, pulling me closer as she shot me to the stars.
Took me to a place where nothin’ made sense because we were the only thing there.
Together and real and whole, and fuck, it was probably the single most dangerous thought I’d ever had.
I gasped as I shook, my body trembling, hers matching mine with the aftershocks.
That energy buzzed.
Like now that it’d had a taste, it would never be sated. Instead, that shit had only grown.
Force coming fuller.
Hungry for more.
I dropped my forehead against hers.
And shit.
I grinned as I sucked for a breath, and Maggie was grinning back.
“Sorry. Didn’t bring you in here for that.”
Turning around, she grabbed the sponge I’d had and squirted more soap on it. She shot me a playful, tempting glance over her shoulder. “You sure about that, Cowboy?”
I growled. Laughter in my throat. I pressed myself against her bottom.
Shit.
Wrong move.
She nudged back.
“My intention had been to take care of you.”
She turned around, smiling slow. “Believe me, you did.”
Emotion crested, and I tipped up her chin. “Maggie.” Was a whisper from the vacancy that howled from the depths of me.
Like my spirit recognized that she was the only one who could fill it.
Then she was lathering me up, running that sponge over my body, those eyes tracing every inch as she went.
Tenderness and care. Shit, how could something feel so good and hurt like a bitch at the same damned time?
I returned the favor, washing her, rinsing her, adoring her.
This goddess who had me on my knees.
Turning off the shower, I grabbed one of the huge plush towels and wrapped it around her body, tucking it up close to her chin.
“Thank you,” she said.
I tapped her nose.
Playfully.
“Darlin’, clearly it’s me who’s reapin’ all the benefits.”
I repeated what I’d told her that first night because even getting a minute with her felt like the greatest gift.