I lean back and feverishly remove my clothes while she does the same. We come together again—all hands and lips, kisses and touches—each of us desperately trying to claim the other.
I take her nipple into my mouth, working it until she is writhing beneath me. My hands explore her heated skin. An animalistic groan leaves my throat when my fingers enter her. She’s so wet, so ready, and it drives me to the brink of insanity.
“Fuck, Lil. I need you now.”
Lifting her legs, I push them back and hold them down on either side of her. She is spread wide open for me, and the sight alone almost puts me over the edge.
My hands hold her legs tight, and I slam into her. We both yell as I start my relentless rhythm. Our bodies shimmer with sweat, and the sounds of skin on skin saturate the room as I continue to take Lily against the rug. Lily’s breathing changes, her back arches off the floor, and her eyes roll back. I know she is close. Her body starts to shake, and she digs her nails into my chest. My orgasm hits me hard as we find our release together.
I free her legs and lie on top of her. We don’t speak, giving our bodies an opportunity to recover. When my mind is cognizant enough to catch up to reality, I realize that I am inside of my Lily, and I’m immediately ready again.
I work kisses down her body, needing to taste her.
She threads her fingers through my hair. “Jax…Jax…Jax.” My name is a whispered plea coming from her lips as I lick and taste her most sensitive spot.
She tastes just like I remember, only having the real thing is so much better than the memory. It doesn’t take long before her back is arching again, and she’s screaming my name as she convulses beneath my mouth. When her body ceases to shake, her legs and arms fall limply to her sides.
I sit up and scoot back against the couch, pulling Lily with me. “Straddle me, Lil.”
Her eyes darken as she climbs across me, pinning my outstretched legs with her knees. We stare into each other’s eyes as I guide myself into her once more, so ready to feel her again.
I grab the sides of her hips, my fingers squeezing her soft skin, and I move her up and down over my length. “You. Feel. So. Good,” I murmur, each word a staccato. “So good,” I whisper breathlessly.
As we move, she guides her hands through my hair and brings my head toward her. Our lips connect. This time, our tongues languidly wrap around each other. We make love with our mouths, mirroring the action of our bodies. It is slow. It is needed. It is amazing.
My body is on the verge of release. I pull my mouth away from hers and instead cover her breast with my lips. I nip and pull at her nipple while grabbing her ass and pushing it onto me with a little more urgency. I grind up into her as my orgasm rips through me, lighting every nerve ending on fire. I feel her body convulse along with mine as she yells out.
I wrap my arms around her and pull her close. She circles her legs around my back as I bury my face into her neck.
My skin still vibrating, I stand, carrying Lily with me. I walk to the guest bedroom where Lily has been sleeping and place her down on the bed. Climbing in beside her, I pull her back to my front and kiss her lightly on her shoulder.
“You are everything, Lily. Everything,” I whisper against her skin.
My arms are wrapped around her waist, and she squeezes my hands splayed across her stomach.
“You are mine,” she replies, the tone in her voice charged with sated adoration.
In the few seconds before sleep takes me, nothing enters my mind, except for the way in which my body and soul feel at this very moment—content. I don’t allow memories of the past or worries of the future to permeate this space where everything in the world finally makes sense. Within seconds, I fall into a deep sleep, my lips still against her skin, and I’m happy. Unfortunately, tomorrow will come—at least for me anyway.
Bright streams of morning light caress my face, flickering against my closed lids. I start to wake, my thoughts switching from dreams to reality. I feel soft warm skin beneath