I didn’t waste one second being timid about her reaction to seeing me after a month. I strode to her with purpose and grabbed her, burying my face in her neck as she wrapped her arms around me. She smelled the same. God, I’d missed that scent.
“Beau.” Her fingers scratched through my hair, just like I loved. “I missed you so much.”
I lifted her and carried her into my house, kicking the door shut behind me and pushing her against it. I’d been thinking about this the whole time I’d been gone, and I couldn’t stop now. I was forcing the insecurity away and taking what I wanted. What I hoped she wanted as badly as I did.
I took her mouth with mine, my tongue meeting hers as my body pinned her to the door. She moaned into my mouth as I pressed my erection into her stomach. I wasn’t blowing in my pants this time. I was ready. My fingers traced the edge of her shorts and the edge of her shirt. I lifted it past her bra. We broke our kiss, our eyes connecting as I lifted her shirt and tossed it behind us.
April ran her hands under my shirt, sending my body into a frenzy at her touch. I was so hard it was painful. She threw my shirt with hers, and we both stood there, our emotions as naked as our bodies were about to be. I wasn’t sure what she was thinking or where she wanted to go from here until she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. When it hit the floor at our feet, I sucked in a breath. Her full breasts called to me, and I reached both hands out and cupped them, my thumbs caressing her taut nipples.
Her eyes fluttered closed as I continued to rub my fingers on her nipples. She reached for me, her soft fingers running along the ridges of my muscles and to the button of my shorts. Our eyes met again as she unbuttoned them, pushing them down until they puddled on the floor. Her eyes left mine to zero in on my obvious attraction to her.
I begrudgingly took my hands from her breasts, unbuttoned her shorts and helped them join mine on the floor. We both stood, her in her sexy black thong and me in my boxer briefs, open and bare to each other.
“Are you sure?” April was giving me an out. She was always giving me an out.
I lifted her in my arms and carried her to my room, locking the door behind us. I laid her out on my bed and stared at her, in awe that she was here, and my dreams were coming true. I slid her thong down her legs and dropped it to the floor. I lifted her leg and kissed her from her foot up to her inner thigh. The closer I got, the more she wriggled.
I’d never done this part before, but I knew enough to know how. The second I touched her slick lips with my finger, April groaned. “Beau . . .” My name falling from her lips while my fingers were inside her had my already rock hard shaft pulsing behind my boxer briefs. I dipped my head, running my nose along her sex. My fingers moved in and out of her as I took her clit into my mouth and sucked.
“Oh, my . . .” April moved her head back and forth, gripping the comforter with her hands as I continued to worship her with my mouth. By her reaction, I guessed I wasn’t half bad at this.
When her legs began to clench around my head, I backed off, kissing up her stomach to each of her breasts. Before I could continue, April sat up and pushed me over, her hands making quick work of my boxer briefs. As I sprung free, she hissed through her teeth. Her hand closed over me, pumping me hard first, then soft.
My eyes fluttered closed. I hadn’t been touched in so long . . .
Memories of the only other time I’d been in this situation came into my head without warning, but I opened my eyes and watched as April kneeled over me, watching her hand pump me. April was different. She wasn’t Robyn. This was different. I knew it was, and I wasn’t going to compare. April wasn’t going to leave me. She took my shaft into her mouth, and I cursed a line of expletives as her warmth overtook me. I concentrated hard on not blowing. I couldn’t do that. Not yet. I had to enjoy this for as long as possible.
After concentrating became not enough to hold me back, I moved her off me and settled her back onto my bed. I climbed over her. Sweat trickled down my chest and forehead, and her chest glistened.
“You are so beautiful.” I took her lips before she could respond. She hooked one of her legs around my backside and pushed me closer to her, using one hand to stroke my manhood and the other to grip the back of my neck as we kissed.
“I need you,” she whispered against my lips. “Now. Please. Skin on skin. I’m clean and on birth control.”
My eyes rolled as I settled myself at her entrance. “I’m good, too,” I grunted. Our lips met again as I slid into her heat. I stilled, waiting for a second to acclimate to her tight wetness. It was fucking heaven, right here and now. I could now die a happy man.