earlobe and lick the skin just behind it, and she shivers in my arms.
My waist bends automatically when my knees hit the soft end of the bed, and I lower our connected bodies to the surface. Eager hands rip the edges of her robe back and tear her T-shirt right down the middle.
It’s a little barbaric, and honestly, a little unexpected for both of us. But her bare breasts bounce freely into the open, heavy and supple and so fucking beautiful I can’t take it.
I lean down and suck a perfect pink nipple into my mouth, and she grabs my head to hold it there. “Jake!” she breathes, the sound of my name on her lips in this capacity making my dick jerk violently in my pants.
I need to be inside her.
When her nails scrape at the hem of my T-shirt, digging gently at the skin of my back as she pulls it up and over my head, I know she feels the same way.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Holley,” I tell her softly against the skin of her breasts just after my shirt clears my head.
She roams her hands over my skin, touching everything and anything within reach.
“You are too,” she says seriously, and I can’t help but smile against the hollow of her throat and groan.
God, I love being around this woman.
I push back quickly and undo the button on my jeans, shoving them and my boxer briefs down to the floor in one movement.
Holley’s magical green eyes widen as my dick springs free, and the ridiculous man in me takes great pride in the expression.
“You like what you see?” I ask teasingly, and Holley, ever the participant, nods enthusiastically.
“That thing’s like an old-timey warrior’s sword.”
I chuckle, raising my eyebrows as I wait for her to explain.
“Strong. Mighty. Powerful and just in its rebellion against anything that might challenge its owner’s reign.”
“Jesus Christ, Holley,” I say through a smile.
She blushes a little but giggles, and that’s the end of any and all self-control. I sink down between her knees, run my fingers through the center of her to make sure she’s wet enough to handle me, and push my way inside.
Her eyes roll back, fluttering her lashes seductively. I have to bite my lip and steel my spine to stop myself from coming right then like a fucking teenager.
Her tongue sweeps out of her mouth, licking the line of her top lip as I pull out and push back in slowly.
I lean down and take her mouth with my own, the only thing I can do to stop her from making me lose myself before making her come.
I skate my hand up the line of her side so I can grab the column of her throat and use my thumb to tip her chin up even higher toward mine. She wraps her legs around my hips and sinks her nails into my back as she holds on tight.
I break our mouths apart and squeeze at her throat just enough that she opens her eyes so I can look into them.
They’re full of so many things I know she’s got to be seeing in mine. Affection, pleasure, wonder, happiness.
The connection between us is undeniable—both physically and emotionally.
I slow my strokes and move them into rhythm with her breaths. In and out along with the sweet air of her lungs.
She lifts a hand to my throat, dragging the tips of her fingers against the skin just below my jaw almost manically. She’s desperate for release, and as her breathing speeds up, so do my strokes. I hold her eyes relentlessly, begging her to show me her release with all the power of my own, and when she finally falls over the edge of the cliff, it is, without a doubt, the most beautiful moment of sex I’ve ever had in my entire life.
Holley Fields is everything I never gave myself a chance to dream of wanting in my life and then some.
I tumble over the cliff too, dragged by the hold of her hand. It feels so fucking good, my vision tunnels and blurs, and I have to tuck my face into the sweet skin of her neck to stop myself from passing out.
She takes all of my weight as I give it to her, lying there in the sweaty, perfect mess we’ve made for just a minute.
I shift, pulling out of her slowly and settling my elbow into the bed so I can rest my head in my hand, and