This Much is True - Tia Louise Page 0,67
insides. “Oh, John… Oh, God…”
My elbows give out, and I can’t take it. The pleasure shooting through my body trembles in my thighs. I’ve missed him so much. I’m going to come so fast for him.
“You taste so good.” He kisses my bare ass cheek before standing. I hear the rip of foil and a shush of rolling, and he slides his cock along my slippery folds. “Ready?”
“Yes…” I gasp, and he fills me, driving all the way to the hilt.
Eyes squeezing shut, my hands reach forward on the bed, clawing at the fabric as I let out a low moan. He places a knee between my thighs and thrusts deeper, spreading my legs wider. He’s moving fast, pushing me higher in the bed, erasing my mind.
Hot breath is behind my ear, and I turn my face, searching for his lips. Our mouths unite, and he holds my waist, pumping and groaning, kissing and pulling, sliding his tongue against mine.
It’s hot and hungry and wild. Prickles of orgasm radiate through my pelvis, and I arch my back, meeting his movements as best I can with my own.
We’re devouring, fucking like we can’t get enough. Our sounds are groans and whimpers, broken yeses and desperate oh Gods. I arch my back, rising higher, and his hand moves from my hip to my clit. One thick digit slides up and down that hypersensitive bud, and my orgasm erupts suddenly, like I’ve touched a live wire.
“John!” I cry out.
His fingers curl on my stomach, and one, two more thrusts and he holds, groaning low as he pulses inside me, filling the condom.
We’re panting as we collapse together. Reaching out, he draws me close to his chest and buries his face in my hair, inhaling deeply. I love when he does that.
“Hope.” Satisfaction permeates his tone, warming me to my toes.
Turning to face him, my arms snake around his waist, and I scoot myself closer to him, loving the feel of our skin against skin, from our shoulders to our stomachs to our thighs. It’s incredible. I wasn’t sure I’d have it again. I have a dream… Is it coming true?
“Why did you come here?” My chin is at his chest, and I look up at his cool blue eyes.
Again, they’re so full of that emotion. I don’t know what to call it. “I’ve been looking for you since I got back.”
I’m afraid to ask why. I don’t want to give him any ideas. Still… “I thought we had to wait.”
“I missed you.” His full lips tighten, and he dips his head, taking a deep breath of my hair and kissing my head.
My stomach squeezes so tight. Inside I’m jumping up and down and doing a cheer. He missed me!
Clearing my throat, I’m very cool. “I missed you.”
“You changed your scent?” He sniffs again, and all my cool is gone.
“You don’t like it?”
“It’s not that…” He gives me another sniff. “It’s just different.”
“It’s my lucky charm.”
“What does that mean?” He shifts to the side, and I prop on my elbow beside him.
Being so close to his face, chatting, it’s something we’ve never had time to do, and it makes my stomach tingly. He’s so intense and focused.
“You asked where I’ve been. I was with Yarnell, working at the Lodge in Half Moon Bay.”
“Yarnell… I couldn’t remember her name.”
“Her parents were big Shields & Yarnell fans.”
“The mimes?” He frowns. “They were creepy as fuck.”
“They were the original pop and lockers!” I push his shoulder. “They started a whole dance craze. Anyway, we weren’t allowed to watch a lot of mainstream stuff growing up. I’m surprised you know who they are.”
A smile curls his lips, and it makes me so tingly. “Tell me about this lucky charm.”
“So I was working at Half Moon Bay Lodge in housekeeping, and I really sucked at it.” He slides a finger along my forehead, moving my hair behind my ear. I lose my train of thought for a second, then I remember. “Oh, and I stole this lady’s body spray.”
His full lips part, and I put my finger on them. “Before you judge. I was cleaning her room, and I got distracted by all her cosmetics. I just picked up the body spray to smell it, she came in and started screaming I was a thief, so I ran.”
His pretty, pretty eyes twinkle, and he exhales a short laugh. “I’m sorry.” He clears his throat when he sees my eyes narrow. “That doesn’t explain why it’s good luck.”
“Oh!” I shift