Love and Neckties - Lacey Black Page 0,58

on her hips, I let her set the pace. She slowly moves up and down, her hands positioned on my chest for stability, as she adjusts to fit me. I can feel every flex of her muscles, every delicious slide of her body as it grips mine. And holy hell, does it grip. She’s got my cock so tight, I’m not sure I’ll last much longer.

Her nails score against my flesh as my grasp on her hips tightens. Quite possibly, I’m leaving marks, but I can’t seem to stop myself. She rocks and grinds in the same motion, and I’m not sure if I should beg her to stop or plead for more. My brain has officially left the room, probably off to have a cigarette. I’m left with a burning desire to claim her and an ache in my chest where she seems to have rooted.

I’m close, teetering on the edge of sanity and oblivion. With each move she makes, she brings me closer to release, like the vixen she is. This wild and carefree vixen I can’t stop wanting. Needing.

She clenches my cock as her hips buck uncontrollably. My eyes start to cross and all I can do is hang on tight. I’m pleading with myself to not come, to sit back and enjoy the ride, but it’s impossible. Especially when she says, “I can’t get enough of you, Samuel.”

My name.

The way she says it, her voice dripping with seduction and confidence, as her orgasm washes through her, triggering my own release like a bomb. There’s no stopping or containing it.

My hips thrust upward, hard and fast, until I’m finally unable to move. Freedom’s lips claim mine, our gasps for air as tangled as our tongues. My hands finally release her hips and move to frame her face. Hair hangs over her eyes, soft, yet wet from sweat. Our bodies are pressed together, a fine sheen of sweat covering mine, which is something I can’t say has every happened before. Sex has never been so…aggressive. Nice, yes. Sweet, absolutely. But this raw, animalistic obsession that leaves me fulfilled and spent? Not so much.

Not until Freedom.

She pulls her lips from my own and rests her head on my shoulder, the slightest tickle from her breath caressing my neck. I hold her tightly against me, wishing we could stay just like this. Wishing things between us could be different. Not the sex. No, I wouldn’t change that for anything, but the confusion I feel because of it. My head still tells me to do the right thing, to step away and right the wrong we made in Las Vegas. But my heart? It’s telling me I’ve already found that right.

With her.

My back sags against the headboard as exhaustion sets in. I’m not sure if she’s sleeping or just that relaxed, but her lithe little body is practically limp against me. Carefully, I turn us sideways and pull from her body. She whimpers, but it doesn’t seem to be from pain or discomfort. Freedom clings to my chest, her breasts pressed tightly against me.

I move us until we’re both lying on the same pillow. Her dark hair is a striking contradiction to the soft white sheets, and for once, I seem to find a bit of peace in the paradox. She’s the splash of color against my compulsory white world. That thought doesn’t scare me as much as it used to.

Knowing I need to get up and dispose of the protection, I slowly pull myself from our embrace. Not by choice, by necessity. Freedom whimpers again, but her eyes remain closed as she burrows deeper into the bedding. With every step I take to the hallway and toward the bathroom, I’m drawn to the vision of her lying in my bed. One I want to return to as soon as possible.

After taking care of business in the bathroom, I grab a warm washcloth and return to my room. I ignore the hammering of my heart in my chest as I approach her. Her wild hair is splayed across her face, and as I gently move it from her forehead once more, I can’t get over how delicately soft her skin in. So different from her bold and brash personality.

Her eyes open and focus on me. She doesn’t say anything about me standing there, watching her rest, which I’m grateful for. I’m not sure what I’d say anyway. That I like watching her sleep? Especially when she’s in my bed? Yep, both