This man has become the center of my world in rapid time and the mere thought of losing him threatens to shatter my heart irreparably.
I swallow hard and ask the very question that can squash my heart underneath the heel of his boot. “Do you still need time?”
“Fuck, no,” he growls as his hand flashes out to wrap his fingers around my nape and pull me close to crash our mouths together.
His tongue brushes against mine and all of my earlier insecurities fall away. I guess the both of us were working through personal issues and needed the time to take the next step. I lean against his body and allow the heat of this man to scorch my insides until he sets my soul on fire to merge with his.
Soulmates used to be a mere word to me, but I completely understand it now. When a person’s touch can seep through your body the moment of impact, lighting up every nerve ending to heighten the tingles spreading in your veins…I’d say I have found what most romance books write about.
A solid and unique connection. Understanding in more than just the need for sex or closeness. We have the time behind us to prove there’s more than lust, we have a foundation. Shared time is shared feelings which has eventually knocked down our hearts, causing us to simultaneously fall.
He’s kissing me as if he is in fact giving me his heart and soul. His hands start to roam and are now on my ass, lifting me up as he walks until he can place my ass on the counter.
I keep my legs around his waist while his hands reach for my shirt and before I can speak up–remembering the last time–he’s already gripping the fabric as buttons fly through the air. Some fumbling with my bra is the only hiccup he seems to have to set my breasts free.
His mouth surrounds my nipple, his teeth giving me a sweet erotic bite to make heat flash through my body until it settles between my legs. The throbbing of my pussy intensifies as he starts to suckle.
I can only squirm with pleasure. I swear this man can give me an orgasm just by spending all of his attention on my breasts. Yet, this time, I’m desperate to feel him closer; to feel him inside me.
My fingers pull at his belt in desperation. A growl rumbles through his throat and the man bats my hands away as he takes a step back. I’m about to curse his head off until I realize he’s quickly stripping away all his clothes until he’s naked in front of me.
He lifts me by my hips and onto my feet. His eyes are pinned on mine as he makes sure every single piece of my clothing ends up on the floor too. The Texas heat thickens the air but the shiver running through me has nothing to do with the temperature in the room but everything to do with the intensity of this man’s gaze sliding over my skin.
“So. Damn. Gorgeous. Every inch of you. No matter if you’re standing in front of me naked or fully dressed, riding my horse, or reading a book on the couch with your feet up. Watching you sleep in the morning with the settled serenity on your face as you hug my pillow the way you held me all night. Every. Fucking. Day. And every fucking minute of our time since we changed paths from you being my sister’s best friend to you being mine has been eye opening. I thought possibilities of starting a family of my own were a fading opportunity, but you…you set me aflame and cause a light so bright it eats away the darkness and gives me a glimpse of a shared future. Mag-fucking-nificent. That’s you. In every damn way.”
I’m still blinking and processing his words when his hands are once again on my waist to hoist me up and place my naked ass on the counter. He lifts my foot to spread me open as he places my heel on the edge.
Even as I see his mouth closing in on my pussy, there’s no way my brain can process the instant pleasure and the visual to go with it. My head falls back and a low moan falls from my lips.
His tongue slides through my folds, flipping my clit, and moving to suckle on one of the lips of my pussy. The man knows how to bring me to the edge, and when I’m allowed to tip over and drown in a blissful orgasm. And it doesn’t take long until he gives me what my body craves.
This time our eyes stay locked, a rumble of words vibrate against me when he grunts, “Come for me, Kadence. Let me taste your pleasure.”
He shakes his head, his beard heightening the friction, pushing me over to surrender to the orgasm he grants me. His name falls from my lips in half a moan, half a plea for more. And I take my time to ride all the waves of pleasure. He slowly stands and crushes his mouth against mine.
I’m too wrapped up in the cloud of bliss he’s created to care enough about the fact I’m tasting myself on his tongue. All because the pad of his finger is drawing small circles against my clit.
My pussy clenches when I feel the hot, blunt head of his dick nudge at my entrance. I might need to brace myself for the moment he surges inside me. Though, to my surprise, he’s all tender with a passionate kiss, softly strumming my clit to keep the fire burning in my pussy while he
