Her body falls back against the counter as I lick the hard point. Her body shivers against the cold air and my heated touch. I move quickly to her other nipple, needing both at the same time and cursing that I only have one mouth. My hand does its best to give her other nipple attention while my tongue is focused on the other.
Her legs tighten around my waist and I know her wetness is pooling between her legs. Everything about her makes me want her more. Her whimpers, how she arches her back, how she begs me for more while wanting this to last forever.
Suddenly, she grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls herself back up. She grabs fistfuls of my shirt and yanks it off. Her eyes dilate as she drinks my body in. I see the drops of drool as she stares at my tattoos. Her lips start kissing me places, and I can’t focus on what I want to do to her body anymore.
She kisses each muscle, each spot of skin, each tattoo claiming it all as hers. She hesitates when she gets to my heart where the words Abri are written. I need to change that. It’s not fair to either woman, but then Mila drops her lips to kiss over the words and my heart.
“Mine,” she purrs.
I suck in a long, hard breath. “Yours forever.”
She smiles, and I lift her off the counter, regaining my focus on getting her to a bed as fast as possible.
She kisses me hard on my lips, and I close my eyes as I carry her, getting lost in the desperation and love pouring out of her. I stumble, and we fall onto the couch in the living room.
She giggles as I fall on top of her. She grabs my jeans as her eyes suddenly grow heavy.
“Off,” she moans into my lips as she pulls at my jeans.
I’m desperate for her. I would do anything for her. But getting out of my jeans while still holding her is an impossible task, and I can’t decide which is more important. Getting out of my jeans or kissing and holding Mila.
She laughs. And finally pushes me off her body. I reluctantly stand up, and she follows after. She starts kissing me roughly, sucking on my bottom lip while I work on my jeans.
It’s never taken me so long to undress, but I’ve also never enjoyed undressing more than I do with her lips pressed against mine.
When I’m finally naked, I grab her hips, and we stumble back toward the bedroom. I work on finding the zipper to her skirt, but I can’t find it. It doesn’t matter. I slip my hand up her skirt and pull her panties down as we stumble onto the bed.
My head moves between her legs, kissing every sweet part of her. Her sensitive bud, her lips, and then I dive inside her, filling her with my tongue.
“Knight,” she moans as he grabs my hair roughly, pulling me from her pussy.
I pout, but she tosses a condom at me.
I grin. How could I have forgotten to bring a condom when I came over to Cole’s apartment? Good thing Cole has his own stash here.
I rip the condom open, slip it on and pause, waiting to push inside her. What the hell is wrong with me? Just fuck her.
But I can’t. I need more than fucking. If this is all she wants, I’ll kill myself when I pull out and know it’s the last time. Man, I’ve turned into a pussy.
Her eyes brighten as she reads my mind. “I want more too.”
I kiss her tenderly and then pull away.
“But I swear, if you don’t fuck me now, Knight, I’m going to kick your ass.”
I grin and slide into her slick entrance. She moans and curses as I fill her. Her body readjusts to me after going without me for days.
“Damn, I’ve missed this,” I moan.
“Not as much as I have,” she purrs back.
I grab her hips and slam harder. Her body writhes beneath me, angling her body to let me reach deeper than I’ve ever been inside her.
She doesn’t tell me she loves me with words. She doesn’t tell me she wants to start our relationship again. But I can feel it with her body. She needs me as much as she needs air to breathe.
So I fuck her, harder, faster, longer. I watch as her face turns from pleasure to bliss. Her mouth goes from