Avenged(45)

She blinked up at me and I saw her sigh slow and steady as she moved on my hand. “Good, because between the two of us, I think we can handle anything.”

I grunted in agreement. “Is it all right with you if I get on with handling you, Pop-Tart?” She was the only thing I wanted to take care of from here on out. She was the solution to every problem I’d ever personally faced.

She let out a laugh that sent sparks off in my heart and nodded her head before tossing it back as I started to nibble on her neck. “Have at it, Nicholas.”

I growled against her skin and sank my teeth in as a warning. “He’s the guy that I am when I walk out the door because I have to be. In here, with you, I’m Benny because I get to be.”

She scraped the fingers of her free hand along the short hair at my temples and held my biting mouth to her. “Okay, Benny, do your worst.”

I chuckled and scissored my fingers around her clit. “No, Pop-Tart, you get my best…always.”

I pulled the stiff, pink peak of her breast between my teeth and flicked my tongue over the pebbled skin. It made her shudder and had her legs lifting to wrap around my waist as she undulated against me. She was ready to ignite, her fuse lit from thousands of miles away just waiting for me to show up so she could blow. She was better than any dream I’d had, better than the memories that wound me up and set me off. The sounds she made, the way the blue in her eyes burned, the way she melted against me, the way she pulled me closer and pulled me in, I couldn’t get enough of it. It made it obvious I wasn’t ever going to spend a moment without her again.

She released my tie so she could get her hands on the buckle of my belt. God, it was nice that she had full use of both her hands. It meant I didn’t have to let go of the hold I had on her to help her as she worked the zipper down and pulled my cock out. We both let out a sigh at the contact and I felt her pulse on the inside as her slickness coated my fingers. My dick twitched at her touch and I felt my balls tighten as pleasure settled at the base of my spine.

It felt like it had been months since I’d had my hands on her. It felt like I needed to relearn every dip and curve of her body—and she was clearly relearning every line and ridge of mine as her fingers rolled over every single inch of my throbbing cock. It kicked in her hand, the tip getting just as wet and ready as the place between her legs where my fingers were still steadily fucking in and out of her. I used my thumb to circle her clit, to press down on it and tap as she worked herself into a frenzy, her hold on my erection tightening and sliding up and down in a desperate rhythm. My hips moved involuntarily into her as my heart tried to battle its way out of my chest. It would sacrifice itself for her no questions asked; I would sacrifice myself for her.

I pulled my fingers out of her, dragging them across her thigh and leaving a wet trail as I did. I took a minute to dig a condom out of my wallet and handed it to her with the gruff order to get me covered. She barely had the latex rolled down to the base, her fingers tightening when I pushed into her welcoming heat. Her walls fluttered around my width and her warmth sank into all the places inside of me that were always cold and empty.

She moaned as I swore. She pulled me closer, the silk tightening around my throat like a noose. She panted against my lips as I smashed them against hers, twisting my tongue around and swallowing down my name as she chanted it over and over again. I didn’t need to breathe because she was breathing for me. She exhaled all her pleasure and passion into me and it filled me up so much that the fact she was choking the life out of me with her hold on my tie barely registered.

My hips bucked into hers, my hands holding her still on the counter as I pounded every lonely minute, every absent second away. I rode her hard and unforgiving. There wasn’t any room for anything other than the blinding need I had to be with her, to be a part of her. I was going to leave fingerprints on her hip and bite marks on her breasts. I was going to leave my heart in her hands and what was left of my soul wrapped around hers.

I dropped my forehead to the center of her chest and chased a droplet of sweat that rolled by with my tongue. I curled my arm where her back was arched and wrapped my fist around where she was still holding onto my cock. I squeezed it tighter, telling her I was close, trying to hold off the inevitable finish so this moment would last as long as it possibly could.

She rocked up into me, her head falling backward, her thighs holding my waist in a death grip. She locked around me like she was never going to let me go and then she let out a long wail and went molten all around me. The force of her pleasure ripped my own from the hold I had on it. We broke together, shattering all over one another, and when we picked the pieces up, there was no telling which ones belonged to me and which ones were hers. They were the pieces that made us. I needed hers and she needed mine in order to be complete.