Fragile Hearts (Poplar Falls #4) - Amber Kelly Page 0,55
enough.
He tears his mouth from mine, and the heat in his eyes sears me as they move down my body like a physical touch. His hands begin kneading my swollen breasts again, and I lean my head back. His mouth finds the curve of my neck and kisses a trail down my collarbone. I close my eyes and just feel as his teeth graze one of my nipples. I throw my arms out wide and brace myself on the wall. He sucks it into his mouth and begins to pull at the other. Heat pools in my belly as one of his hands moves up the inside of my thigh.
I cry out at his touch when his fingertips find my swollen entrance.
His mouth releases my nipple, and his head comes up to look at my face as I tremble. His forehead comes to mine as he sticks a finger inside of me.
“Fuck, Bellamy, you’re so ready for me.”
I grab his shoulders as he adds a second finger.
“So wet,” he murmurs as he buries his head in my neck. His breathing erratic.
“Please,” I beg as I sink my nails into his skin. I’m not even sure what I’m pleading for. I just need more. More of him.
“I need to taste you,” he says as he pulls away and then goes to a knee.
He kisses a path from my breast and down my stomach as he continues to slowly pump his fingers in and out of me.
When his mouth reaches his fingers, he spreads me open, and his tongue darts out and licks me. A jolt of electricity climbs up my spine as he sucks my clit deep.
He tugs one of my legs over his shoulder to give himself better access. He presses my stomach against the wall and holds me steady before he buries his face in my heat and starts to lap at me like a starving man. I grab his hair and hold him where I want him. Where I need him.
His tongue finds my opening, and he starts to thrust in and out while his thumb runs circles over my clit. I bring my hips up and down, moving to meet him. My hands in his hair hold him in place as I ride his tongue. I’m so close. He pinches my clit and I fall over the cliff.
One minute, I’m screaming his name as I come, and the next, I’m being lifted and hoisted up and out of the shower. He drops me on the counter beside the sink, and he grasps my legs and brings them up on the edge. My knees fall to the sides, opening me wide to him.
“So damn beautiful,” he says before he takes his cock in his hand and brings the tip to my entrance. He slides it through my folds, coating it in my wetness. Then, he releases it and grabs the ledge of the counter before pushing into me fully.
I groan and then whisper, “You feel so good inside of me.”
It’s like my words flip a switch. He lets out a growl and grabs my hips. Then, he pulls out and buries himself back inside me. I rise to meet his thrusts as his rhythm quickens. I know my body is climbing again, and I want more. More of his mouth on mine, more of his skin against mine, just more everything.
My legs start to shake uncontrollably as I come undone again. I can tell he’s holding on by a thread, and as my body ignites, I start to spasm around him. He closes his eyes, and his head flies back as he pumps his release inside of me.
Once we both come down, he brings his eyes to mine. Still inside of me, he leans in and tenderly kisses my lips before he slides out. He grabs a hand towel from the hook beside us. Turns on the water in the sink and then gently cleans me up.
He lifts me in his arms without saying a word. He walks me into the bedroom and lays me down. He covers me with the down comforter and tucks me in, and then he turns to walk away. I reach for his hand, and he looks back at me and smiles.
“I have to turn the water off in the shower. I’ll be right back.”
I let him go, and he walks back to the bathroom.
I snuggle deep into the soft covers and close my eyes.