No Commitment (Capital Kingsmen #1) - Lisa Suzanne Page 0,96
my entire hard length against her body, and she responds with a sexy, raspy groan. It goads me on for more, so I push my hips to hers again as I deepen our kiss. Our tongues battle in some epic war where we both emerge the victors, and her fingers slip beneath my shirt where her nails claw my skin.
My dick is begging for relief, and the little bit of friction I get when I shove up against her seems to help—but only for a second. The only real relief I’ll get is when I’m buried inside her body.
And I know it’s coming. The thought of how close we are almost makes me blow my load. I want to luxuriate in her all night, but it’s been too damn long since someone other than my own right hand has touched my dick.
Fuck waiting any longer. We’re up against the door, the same place we’ve done this before, and I want to replace the aftermath of what happened the last time with something more beautiful.
The last time, she was still married. She didn’t have her plans in place to separate from her husband no matter how separated they actually were. And, of course, she was keeping a secret from me.
But this time, all those hurdles are behind us. It’s with that in mind that I rip her shirt over her head and toss it somewhere behind me. I flick the hook of her bra and toss that somewhere, too. She grabs my shirt and pulls it off, and then she scrambles to get to the button on my jeans. I let her take the lead here because it’s real fucking sexy seeing how chaotic her moves are when she’s as overcome with lust as I am.
She gets my jeans open and reaches in for the goods, and holy fuck when her sweet hand strokes my rock-hard cock, I can’t help but growl a little at the sensation. She reaches in with her other hand to cup my balls, and Jesus Christ if she does that any longer, we won’t get to have sex for at least another half hour. And fuck everything, I want sex. With her. Now.
I grab her wrist to stop her motions. I guide her hands away, and I grasp them both tightly in one of my fists. I hold her hands above her head, bracing them against the door, and I reach into her panties with my free hand. I crook a finger right into her.
Her eyes flutter and her head hits the back of my front door with a soft thud, but she doesn’t care. I lean down and suck one of her breasts into my mouth, feeling her nipple harden beneath my tongue as my dick aches for relief.
I slide another finger into her wet cunt, pushing in as far as I can before pulling slowly out. I watch as she falls apart with her eyes closed, and knowing I’m the one doing this to her, making her lose control as she gives into the need between the two of us...it makes me feel like a fucking superhero.
She starts to squeeze my shoulder, so I know she’s getting close, but I want to be inside her when she comes. I want my eyes on hers so I can watch as she comes completely undone.
I pull my fingers out, and it takes a second before she opens her eyes and a tiny bit of resentment is aimed at me. I lower my jeans, and she gets the hint. She removes hers, too, and then we both stand naked in our front hallway. I lift her and she wraps her legs around my waist, and I reach to slide my cock into her.
As soon as I make my grand entrance, it’s like the entire world ceases to exist except for the two of us in this moment. It’s the purest form of love and the basest form of need as our bodies rock together to bring us the ultimate pleasure.
It always feels good with her. It’s always incredible, and it’s always better than anyone else.
But this time is different. The love between us seems somehow heightened because it isn’t just about the two of us anymore. A life was created out of the passion we share for one another, a precious, irreplaceable little life that means more to me than platinum records and sold-out stadiums and nights of debauchery with my boys.