A tear slipped from my eye and he leaned forward and kissed it then drizzled sweet kisses down my cheek, across my nose and to my lips where he lingered.
I put my hands in his hair and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. His tongue swept into the warmth and we melted into one another in an orchestra of a soft melody. It was beauty and an awakening. It was discovering a part of one another kept veiled behind curtains of hidden secrets.
My hands went under his shirt and lifted. He shifted to the side and yanked it off, throwing it on the floor. Then he pulled mine over my head and my bra followed. His hands stroked a path up my arms, which I had above my head.
His head lowered to my breast and I shivered, arching into him as his mouth took hold of my nipple and sucked. The warmth spreading over me was like a heated blanket of home.
“Baby,” I moaned as he nipped the sensitive nipple then soothed it with his tongue. He did the same to the other then trailed kisses down the center of my core. “What about Kai, Tyler and Vic?”
“They left.” He yanked down my track pants and I lifted my butt to help. The touch of his hands on the bare flesh of my hips sent an intense ache between my thighs and I arched toward him, closing my eyes, hands curling into the pillow. I expected him to touch me.
He didn’t.
I opened my eyes and looked at him hovering over me. It was as if he was seeing me for the first time as his eyes roamed over my naked body, inch by inch. I felt … yeah, he made me feel beautiful.
Robbie made me an abstract of confusion and darkness with my back as his canvas. Deck couldn’t erase the embedded emotional pain of who I became from that, but he made it better.
His eyes met mine and the torment I saw earlier was pushed back to be blanketed by desire. “I’m never letting go.”
I knew why he said that. Whatever torment lingered wouldn’t be pretty and he was making it clear no matter what happened, he was never letting me go.
I gasped as his finger slipped into my wetness and then his tongue followed. I moaned. “Deck.”
He drove his finger inside me as he suckled on my clit. His other hand stayed on my hip, pushing me down so I couldn’t move as he tortured me with his mouth. The ache built and built until I was squirming beneath him.
He drove his finger into me harder and harder. My legs opened wider. It was when I opened my eyes and saw him between my thighs that sent me over the edge.
“Deck. Deck!” I screamed as my body shattered into a brilliance of pleasure. He didn’t stop with his tongue until my body stopped trembling and lay limp.
I heard the rustling of clothing as he took off his jeans, then the wrapper of the condom, and anticipation filled me again.
I reached for him just as he came back to me. My hand curled into the back of his neck as I pulled him down to me and kissed him. It was me giving him what I’d hidden. It was an apology. And it was me loving him for everything he was. “I’m sorry, Deck. God, I’m so sorry.”
“I know you are. But you have nothing to be sorry for.”
I felt his cock hard against my inner thigh and reached between us to take hold of it. “I need you.” He jerked in my hand, the thickness swelling even more. “I’ll always need you.”
Deck groaned as I placed him at my wet entrance. He grabbed my hand, pulling it away from his cock and putting my arms above my head again. I was getting he liked that. A power position. Control, and yes, it turned me on. Not because he controlled me but because it released me. Was it possible Deck gave me what I needed? That the physical pain I sought could end? Deck was giving me that. He let me be free.
“Wrap your legs around me.” He was nudging at my opening and I wanted to push him inside me so badly I was trembling.
“Please. Deck, I need—”
He shut me up by taking my mouth in a fiery passion. This was no longer sweet and gentle. It was an assault of Deck’s mouth until I felt him arch away, then in one thrust of his hips, shoved his cock hard inside me. I screamed beneath his kiss, making a muffled sound.
He pulled out and did it again. This time, he wasn’t kissing me but staring down at me. “Keep your eyes on me,” he ordered.
He drew back again and I tensed, holding my breath just before he thrust back into me. The intensity of his stare heightened the passion, held me and wouldn’t let me go. He moved faster and faster, the link between us endless as he kept one hand locked on my wrists above my head and the other flat on the mattress to give him more power to drive into me.
“Hell,” he said as he pushed harder. Faster. Deeper. Until I was meeting each motion with my own. I fought against his hands holding me down, wanting to touch him, but he wouldn’t let me go.