"Here to talk," I whispered.
"Yes," she said. "Talk. Right?"
"Right," I said.
Her hands slid up to my face.
I eased down and our lips touched.
We could talk later.
My fingers traced lines down her legs. She shivered against my touch, her hands gripping at the bedsheets tight. Her hips gently bucked, her sweetness ready for me to take. My lips grazed just above her belly button. She was comfortable in her body around me and that was such a fucking turn on. I loved everything about her body, too. There wasn't a flaw if I tried to find one. She was so perfect and unique that I craved her in a way that nobody could ever help to satisfy.
I purposely kissed her hard and loud, my lips smacking against her stomach as I continued my descent down her body. When I reached her soft mound, I paused and brought my hands to her inner thighs. Bringing my hands up, I gently parted her legs. She looked down at me, staring over her beautiful breasts, those killer eyes of hers locking tightly with mine.
There was a momentary pause as I felt my heart ripping and twisting. I never felt this way with a woman. Even if it all ended in heartache, these moments were worth everything.
I kissed her again, focusing back on her body.
I nestled between her legs, her sweetness filling my nose, making my mouth water. The tip of my tongue eased against the bud of her clit. Making circles, flicking against her, feeling and watching her body react to me.
She let out a sigh and then a groan, settling into the pleasure.
My tongue moved down, tasting all of her beautiful sex. I pressed my lips against her lips. My tongue came forward, easing against her tightness. I turned my head a little and gently began to suckle the honey off her body. My left hand slowly crept up her body, feeling the curve of her hip, a slight arch in her back that changed when I moved my tongue against her pussy. My hand rested against her breast. Lacey quickly put her hand over mine, clawing at me, letting out a groan.
I growled deep in my throat. My deepest need, my addiction to Lacey, all of it colliding and demanding more of her. I moved up a little, giving her clit an eskimo kiss before my tongue went back to work. Using the tip of my tongue I drew her the tattoo I would love to put on her perfect skin. All the intricate designs of it. The curves. The corners. The rounded edges.
Each move of my tongue made her jump and thrust at me. Her right hand reached down and grabbed at my hair. Her hand wrapped tight, her nails digging into my scalp. She pulled at me, wanting more. So, I gave her more. I pressed harder against her body, loving her clit until she was trembling as her pleasure mounted to an unescapable level.
"Yes," I groaned, taking a split-second break.
"River!" she cried out as her ass lifted off the bed.
At the last second, I brought my right hand between her legs. With two fingers, I plunged deep into her core as my mouth released its hold on her clit. I kissed up her body as she came, her insides clenching and releasing with her orgasm. She thrust at my fingers, showing me what those beautiful hips were capable of doing.
My kisses were sloppy and noisy. I paused at her left breast and engulfed her, the fingers of my right hand buried deeper. She was still throbbing, her body almost to the point of shaking. Her back was arched so much that she was almost looking upside down.
I pulled away from her breast by bringing my teeth together over her precious nipple, biting just enough to make her whimper but never enough to actually cause her any pain.
I broke away and put my left hand to the bed, lifting up so I could see her entire body. The way her stomach was lifting and lowering from her heavy breathing. The way her hips were still rocking. The sound of my fingers touching her wetness, the sweet sound echoing through the bedroom.
She finally collapsed to the bed and started to shut her legs, chasing away my touch. I eased out of her and stood at the edge of the bed, admiring her. She stared at me with a hopeless look in her eyes.
Is that what we are, darlin'? We just pleasure each other? We don't talk for years. We don't talk at all. We pretend nothing happened. We just fuck each other senseless and then disappear?
If that's what Lacey wanted, that's what I would give her.
Anything for her.
Lacey forced herself to sit up and came to the edge of the bed.
"Darlin'," I said. "I don't know what this means … "
She stuck her hands up my shirt and lifted. Her arms were as straight as they could go. I grabbed the shirt from her and took it off. Her hands clawed at my chest, scratching down as her mouth came forward and kissed me. The feeling of her sweet lips against my bare skin made my cock ache. I was filling up my jeans pretty fast. It was uncomfortable.