The Other Side of Us - By Sarah Mayberry Page 0,59
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“You look good enough to eat,” he said.
Then he lowered his head and licked his way down her belly before pushing her thighs open. She forgot to breathe as he licked the seam of her sex, her fingers fisting in the sheets. She almost levitated when he opened his mouth and kissed her, a fully, earthy caress that made her forget everything.
From that moment on she was gone, lost in her body and what he was doing to her. The flick of his tongue, the gentle, insistent pressure, the build of tension inside her...
Her hips lifted as she sought more, and he obliged by sliding a finger inside her, then another. She was so close it hurt, her arousal a painful, desperate ache. Any second now she was going to break....
“No. I want you,” she panted, her fingers clamping down onto his shoulder as she tried to ease him away.
He lifted his head, his eyes dark with passion.
“Get up here,” she ordered, curling her fingers in his hair and encouraging him upward.
His mouth curved into a slow, knowing smile as he relinquished his position and came on top of her. His hips settled between her thighs and she reached for him, positioning him at her entrance.
“Wait.” A chagrined expression came over his face. “Condom.”
“Front pocket of my jeans.”
A slow smile curved his mouth. “You don’t do anything by halves, do you?”
“Not if he’s worth doing.”
He laughed, and then she was watching his perfect, rounded ass as he hightailed it out the door in search of her jeans. Five seconds later he was back, the silver square of a condom in hand. He knelt on the bed between her thighs and she watched through half-closed eyes as he smoothed the latex onto his erection.
She couldn’t be one-hundred-percent certain, most of her blood being south of her navel right now, but she was pretty sure it was about the sexiest damn sight she’d ever seen. He stretched over her, his weight balanced on one elbow. She felt the warm, hard press of him at her entrance, her hips instinctively lifting to welcome him inside.
At the last second a bolt of panic made her grip his shoulder.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s been a while since I’ve done this. I have no idea if everything still works the way it should.”
His mouth tilted at the corners. “We’ll join the dots,” he said confidently, and then he flexed his hips and slid inside her, a hot, hard invasion that stole her breath and made her cry out.
He swallowed the rest of her cry with a kiss before withdrawing almost to the brink before driving home again. The delicious movement of his body inside hers was too much, too good, too fine. She rocked with him, finding his rhythm, closing her eyes and getting lost in the world behind her eyelids. He was so heavy and male and she loved the way he felt, the weight of him and the urgent, demanding stroke of his body inside hers. Tension rose inside her and instinctively she tried to bring him in deeper, arching her back, widening her thighs. Pain shot through her hip, sharp and undeniable, and she instinctively tried to pull away from it, pressing her thighs tight to his. He stilled immediately.
“Mackenzie?”
The pain was fading already and she gripped his backside, silently urging him to continue.
“What just happened?” he asked, stubbornly refusing to move.
“My range of movement isn’t what it used to be.”
His face was concerned as he studied hers. “Okay. What if you were on top?”
“No, no. This is fine. I can handle it.”
She needed him to keep going, in the same way that she needed oxygen. She tilted her hips, trying to coax him into moving.
“It’s not supposed to be an endurance test.”
She gave a wordless cry as he withdrew, the loss of him a profound, unwelcome shock.
“Oliver, I swear...” She curled her fingers into the muscle of his hip, trying to stop him from leaving.
His arm came around her as he rolled onto his back, lifting her at the same time so that she wound up on top, sprawled across his body.
“Do your worst,” he said as he grinned at her.
She stared at him, momentarily thrown by the easy, casual way he’d made things right for her, even when she’d given him permission to simply plow on, regardless.
“Thank you,” she said simply, because his generosity deserved recognition.
“Don’t mention it,” he said as he slid his hands onto her backside.