This Much is True - Tia Louise Page 0,45
pushing into my mouth, swiping away the saltiness of his skin on mine.
He’s ferocious, and I’m writhing in the sheets, wanting more, wanting everything.
Our hands collide between his legs. Together we guide his cock to my pussy, and he shoves in so violently, my breath catches.
“Oh…” My back arches, and I can’t stop a gasp of surprise.
We were together only this morning, less than twelve hours ago, but he’s still a shock to my senses. I’m so full.
Despite his declaration, he pauses. A large hand smooths my hair back from my forehead, and our eyes meet.
“Are you okay?” His brow is lowered, concern in his lusty eyes.
I close my eyes as my body quickly accommodates his size. “Yes…”
Rotating my hips, I’m better than okay.
It’s enough. Pulling back, he thrusts harder, faster. He’s focused, working out his own needs, scooting me higher in the bed with every plunge. My eyes flutter shut, luxuriating at the heaviness of his body, the press of his frame, holding me against the bed, claiming me, taking me.
My knees are bent, rising rhythmically with every thrust. My hips buck higher to meet his, and deep inside, I feel the tingling of something new. He’s touching a part of me that curls my toes. Sharp waves of pleasure lift my hips, clench my core.
“Hope…” He groans loudly, lifting up and clutching my ass.
Dragging me closer as he pushes deeper, my hands slap the mattress as my body tightens. I’ve never felt pleasure like this. I’m shaken to my core.
He leans down to pull sharply on a hardened nipple, and I break, wailing and shaking. It’s an experience I’ve never had.
His head drops back, and he groans low and loud, tingling my entire body. I feel him pulsing deep inside me again and again. Our rhythm is primal and perfect. Our bodies are one in this release.
As we come down, his grip on my skin relaxes. Quickly disposing of the condom, he returns to the bed and gathers my now-boneless body to his chest. We don’t speak, yet he holds me so close.
Warm lips touch my brow, and I’m so satisfied. I’m so happy to be wrapped in his arms, safe in his embrace. He’s the grumpiest, sexiest, most divine man I’ve ever known.
He’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever held in my life, and it terrifies me.
What will I do if he tells me it’s time to go?
Jr
I’m roused by the golden glow of the sun breaking through ivory lace curtains. Hope’s little body is against mine, her perky, round ass close to my morning erection.
Damn, I’ve got to get out of this bed before I fuck her again. Why didn’t I ask Scout for more than one condom?
Truth is, I wasn’t sure she’d want to sleep with me again. I was a little drunk when I took her in the woods yesterday morning. I don’t remember if I asked. I only know I saw her beautiful body shining like an angel, and I couldn’t fight anymore.
Now we’re at the end of our journey. She says she was a stowaway, but I can’t help feeling like a kidnapper. I felt like a shit and a half when GA told me to get her suitcase.
She doesn’t have a suitcase.
Hell, I tried to leave her barefoot on the side of the road between San Francisco and Los Angeles. The memory stings my stomach so bad.
Today I have to do the right thing. It’s going to hurt like hell, but I can’t ignore the truth any longer.
“Hmm… Hey, grumpy.” Her soft voice fills my chest with warmth.
Her slim hand traces along my neck, threading in my hair. Reaching up, I pull her fingers to my lips. “Good morning.”
“Why are you leaning over me scowling?” Her eyes aren’t even open.
“How do you know I’m not smiling?” Leaning down, I kiss her shoulder.
It rises, and she grins, blinking awake. “That doesn’t sound like the John I know…”
Our eyes meet, and her voice trails off like she wants to say more. I want to say more, but instead, I turn away, moving the covers aside and going to the bathroom.
Closing the door, it takes a minute, but I’m able to use the restroom, put on some clothes, and mentally kick my own ass. I can’t do this with her now. The timing is wrong, and shit, speaking of timing, my time is up.
When I return, the bed is empty. The sheets are pulled over the mattress, but her dress, sexy granny panties, and