“Touch me, baby!” She arched her back against the door, arms looped around my neck. “Please!”
All I could do was grunt.
It was raw.
It was real.
I needed her.
I had her bra off in a flash, freeing the beautiful breasts from its confines, the two nubs already hard for me.
“Fuck!” I ground out, just as she started rolling her hips against me.
I wouldn’t last long if she kept up her tricks, so I unhooked her legs, her feet sliding back down to the floor as I nudged her against the door. Before she tried another dirty trick, I dropped to my knees, snaking two fingers on either hip to pull her thong down, revealing paradise.
I glanced up, the only woman I’d ever loved staring down at me, her long locks falling to hide her chest, desire and love glowing in her eyes.
I palmed her gently, a husky moan escaping her lips, her eyes still locked with mine. They popped wide as I slid a finger in and even wider when I followed it up with another.
“Mmm, Luke…” She bit her lip, forcing down a moan, not that I blamed her. I didn’t want our time interrupted for anything, especially by waking Lincoln.
“You like that, baby?” I leaned forward to press a kiss to the silky skin of her hip.
She gave a quick nod, reaching out to place her hands on my shoulders, standing on her tippy toes to offer herself.
I blew a gentle breath across her most delicate flesh, her hips wiggling forward, desperate for contact.
“Don’t toy with me, Luke!” she warned, nails biting into my flesh, pulling me forward exactly where she wanted.
I chuckled, eyeing her before diving in, showering her with kisses. Moan after moan sounded as I worked her with my fingers, hooking them ever so slightly, all the while trying to keep myself in check, knowing I wouldn’t last long.
I leaned forward for a taste, flicking my tongue where she wanted, lapping at the tenderest places before sliding to her entrance, forcing it inside.
She arched her back, gripping my hair tight, thrashing her head side to side as I took her higher and higher.
Cigarettes.
Booze.
Gambling.
Everyone had their addictions.
But mine was, and would always be, Josie.
I’d never get enough of her. Her moans. Her sighs. The sweet mews that escaped when she was rolling in passion.
Each gasp was followed up with a shudder until I knew she was close, her body tensing under my lips, ready to rocket into the great beyond.
I knew what she wanted. What she craved. What made her eyes roll in the back of her head.
And I gave it all to her. Over and over.
With a final sweep of my tongue, she was finished, coming with a stifled cry, hands gripping my hair, hips bucking wildly.
“Fuck, Luke!” she choked out, struggling to stand as her knees quaked.
“I will soon,” I promised, grinning as I pulled myself up, hands skimming along her body, a delicious shiver rippling through her. “And I’m never going to stop.”
“Promise me.”
My lips found hers to kiss away the doubts, to leave behind nothing but absolute certainty. I gripped her waist, hauling her high, staggering to bed on knees just as shaky as hers.
As I eased her into the floral bedspread, her hands snaked to my belt, unhooking the buckle before her hips hit the bed. I finished the job for her, undoing the button and zipper in one swift motion, ripping the denim down my thighs, cock jutting out, barely contained by black boxer briefs.
“Do you want this?” I asked, needing to hear the words.
I knew what I wanted, but I had to hear it from her. I had to be sure it wasn’t all a dream, another nightmare, one of many that had haunted me over the years.
“I’ve never wanted anything more.” She gripped my shoulders, pulling me on top of her. “Make love to me.”
I already was, chains breaking with each embrace, each kiss. I’d fucked for years, foolishly thinking they were one and the same, but everything with Josie was different, precisely what making love was.
I slid my briefs off and made quick work of my shirt, tossing it to land in a forgotten heap at the door.
As I kneeled to grab my wallet from my discarded jeans, she caught my cock in her mouth. I gripped her hair as she worked me, eyes locked with mine as she took me over and over, her tongue swishing on the head at each pass.
My angel took me to the edge, torturing me with every slow slide of her lips on my cock. She moaned as she did, the vibration almost too much.
With a fistful of waves, I tugged her mouth off before she took me too far. She grinned up wickedly with swollen lips.
I released my hold on her as I fished a condom from my wallet, tearing it open and sheathing myself carefully.
She spread her legs as I did, leaning back with her hands on her breasts. I settled into my home, her legs smooth as they grazed mine, losing one another in kisses once I reached her.
Seconds from utopia, I positioned myself at her entrance. “Are you ready?” I asked, sliding my lips across her cheek to her jaw and finally, her neck, devouring the creamy skin.
She nodded, and I went home, sinking in with one slow, steady thrust, her sharp inhale of breath making me stiffen.
“Are you okay?” I pressed a quick kiss to her lips.
She answered by gripping my back, her legs wrapping around my waist as she claimed my mouth, my angel transforming into a wicked little minx.
I slowly found my rhythm, fighting the good fight, keeping passion in check. Lips muffled moans, the only sounds
