Hold Me Close - Talia Hibbert Page 0,62

beard, see the fire burning in his eyes.

She kissed him without a word, sinking into his touch the way she would a warm bath. His hands roamed over her body, sliding down the small of her back, over the curve of her arse. He delved between her legs from behind, stroking her slowly, gently. The way he touched her, as if it were a habit, only made Ruth hungrier.

She reached between their bodies and found his stiff cock, squeezing the firm girth. A flare of pleasure shot through her as Evan sighed against her lips.

Then she slid his erection between her thighs, and he grunted, “Fuck.”

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When Evan felt Ruth orgasm around his fingers, tasted her release on his tongue, he thought he’d never come so close to dying of pleasure.

Of course, he should’ve realised she’d drive him so much closer before the night was out.

He sucked in a breath as she closed those lush thighs around his cock. So different, the feel of all that flesh, to the wet heat of her cunt. Still sweet enough to make his balls tighten, to call up the ghost of a familiar tingle at the base of his spine.

Evan pushed the sensation away. One day, he’d like to come all over her soft, brown skin. Tonight wasn’t the time.

But his hips, pumping of their own accord, didn’t seem to agree.

Ruth kissed him as if she’d never stop. He hoped she wouldn’t. If they stayed like this forever, or until their air ran out, that would be fine. More than fine. That would be heaven.

He held her close as he thrust against her, silken skin and suffocating pressure conspiring against him until he was ruled more by instinct than sense. His hands grabbed at her roughly, greedily, and his tongue thrust wildly against hers—and Ruth moaned and writhed for him as if she were just as mindless.

She pulled away from his mouth—bad—and gasped out, breathless, “You should fuck me now.” Good. Very, very good.

Evan tore himself away from her because he knew that easing back slowly wouldn’t work. He’d never leave the warmth of her skin, the abundant curves of her body. And if he never left, he couldn’t grab a condom from his drawer, and then he couldn’t finally thrust into her the way he’d wanted to for weeks.

So he took the condom, tore it open, rolled it on, and was lying over her within seconds.

She blinked up at him. Since when had she been on her back? Perhaps he’d put her there.

“That was quick,” she said. Something about the tilt of her lips told him, clearly as if she’d actually laughed, that she was mocking him. He liked Ruth mocking him.

“I must be desperate,” he said.

“Yes, you mu—ohh, fuck,” she broke off, squeezing her eyes shut as he slid his cock over her folds.

“What was that?” he prompted. His hips moved in a tight circle, nudging at her clit with each thrust.

“Fuck off,” she groaned, arching against him.

“You want me to stop?”

“I want you to fuck me,” Ruth gritted out. Not icy and controlled, but hoarse and edgy and unravelling. He wanted to make her sound like that every fucking day, for the rest of… for the rest of forever. For as long as was humanly possible.

Evan hooked one of Ruth’s legs over his shoulder, opening her up beneath him. So fucking close. Soon they’d be closer.

But the sharp, biting arousal tightening his core was accompanied by softer sensations. By the warmth in his chest that only she elicited.

He touched his forehead to hers for a moment, felt her heavy breaths against his cheek. “Ruth,” he murmured. “You’re so… I’ve never felt like this before.”

Her eyes fluttered open. “Like what?” she whispered back.

He didn’t know. He couldn’t say it. He couldn’t find the words. But he settled for, “Perfect. I feel like everything is perfect.”

And she, always a surprise, flashed him a wicked little smile and shifted her hips. “I wonder how you’ll feel when you actually—”

“Shut up,” he snorted.

“Isn’t that my line?”

He kissed her. Not just because he wanted to distract her—because he had a suspicion that she might need it in a second—but because he simply couldn’t not.

Here was Ruth, and she was his, and therefore, he kissed her.

She wound her arms around his neck and sighed. Evan chose that moment to push the aching head of his cock into her, just a little. Just an inch. Her pussy clung to him immediately, the pressure tighter than even her mouth