Year 28 - J.L. Mac Page 0,51
bedroom voice of his. It’s deep and throaty and so expressive. He’s always been that way though. An open book, with me.
“I need you,” I say pleadingly and it seems to drive Sy mad. He growls as he picks me up and holds my thighs securely around his waist. A moment later my back is pressed against the wall and Sy’s muscular frame has me pinned, his hips rolling against my center, making me delirious with need. He kisses his way across my jaw, to my neck and down to my collarbone sending little zipping sensations ricocheting through my body.
“I need to be inside you,” he says roughly against my neck.
“Yes,” I breathe and roll my pelvis forward in offering. He doesn’t even bother to look where he’s taking us in this cabin. His molten chocolate gaze just soaks into me and it spawns a fresh lump of emotion in my throat. I attack his lips once more in an effort to keep the emotions at bay. I want to see his body, hear his voice in my ear, touch him, taste his skin, smell his unique scent, and feel him deep inside my body. Maybe this time I’ll be able to hold on to the memory so that when we are back to reality tomorrow, I’ll have a vivid, fresh memory to cling to. I’ll keep him with me on the flight home and well after that.
“Say it again,” he orders.
“Yes. Please. I need you,” I repeat. He sets me to my feet at the foot of his bed. Sylas attacks my clothing, peeling the sodden fabric away from my skin. I don’t even care if he rips it all. I just need him now. He peels away every thread leaving me bare to him then he steps back. If I weren’t so needy for him right now, I think maybe I would be shy about standing here for him, completely nude.
“Fuck, Rae,” he hums appraisingly. His eyes trace over my body like he’s physically touching me. It only makes the knot of need in my stomach double.
“Trying to,” I mutter, sitting down on his bed then lying back. I wriggle my body against the bedding needing some source of stimulation against my heated flesh.
He picks up one of my feet and begins kissing his way up the inside of my leg while keeping his intense gaze locked on me. My breathing comes out in choppy little gasps. My body snakes against the mattress pleading him come to me. And he does. I watch Sy free himself from his clothing, baring his body for me to peruse. He’s magnificent. I knew when we were teenagers that he’d grow up to be a stunning man and I was right. His skin is golden from time spent in the sun. He’s muscular, with wide shoulders and a trim waist. His chest has a dusting of hair where it once didn’t. The V shaped muscles leading to his impressive manhood brackets a trail of hair extending south from his navel. The stubble across his cheeks and jaw are definitely a new development and I love the rugged look on him. He has several tattoos… and scars. Seeing them makes my heart turn in on itself. Sylas joins me fully on the bed and kneels between my knees, urging me to spread myself for him. Without fear or hesitation, I find my body responding to his commands easily. Sy leans down over me, his beautiful face wearing an expression I can’t quite name. Relief, happiness, rapture? Maybe all the above. Sy kisses me deeply then trails passionate kisses down my chest, taking his time to squeeze my breasts, licking, nipping gently and sucking on both of them. His ministrations cause a tight knot low in my belly to pull tighter still. My hips lift from the bed of their own volition and rise toward him invitingly. Hot kisses and subtle nips from his teeth trail all over my torso, hipbone to hipbone, to sternum and back again. His calloused hands run down my ribs and grip my waist. He hauls me closer to the headboard and lowers his delicious mouth to my center. I gasp as a thousand butterflies leap forth and take flight in my stomach all at once. I hiss and roll my hips against his tongue as it softly, slowly laves my slick core. “Sy,” I pant.
His lips seal over my most sensitive spot and he hums approvingly in response