Page 25 of When There Was You
He tugs me by the hand into the house. We only make it to the kitchen.
“What do you?—”
His sentence falters as I drop to my knees and rip open his button fly. Our eyes connect before I drag his Levi’s and briefs down his hips and wrap my lips around his steadily growing cock. Devouring. My groan resounds as I’m filled with relief. I crave Mick like a vampire craves blood. He moans my name, fisting my hair and thrusting into my mouth. Heat blazes through me. Wetness soaks my underwear. My knees chafe from the linoleum, and I don’t care. He tastes so fucking good. Big, veiny, throbbing. I’m voracious. Needy. My palms clutch his firm ass and bring him deeper as I suck him to the back of my throat.
“Fuuuuuuuck…”
His balls tighten. Pace quickens. He’s losing control, and an animalistic noise of desire comes straight from my depths.
Mick detonates, shooting his release into my mouth and grinding it out amidst a string of guttural sounds. I collect every drop, waiting until he stills to swallow the evidence of his pleasure. His unfocused gaze finds mine, and a lopsided smile graces his lips as he sags against the counter.
“Goddamn, woman.”
I beam up at him, licking my lips, and his eyes turn molten.
He helps me to standing and makes quick work of stripping me naked. I let out a surprised squeak when he swiftly lifts me off my feet and sets me on the tiled countertop. He dispenses with his jeans and shirt, spreads my legs, and stands in between them. Our mouths join and I wrap my arms around his smooth, broad shoulders. He presses my back flush against the cool surface, sending a chill across my torso as my nipples go fully rigid. I soon forget any discomfort as his lips blaze a warm trail down my neck, stopping to nip at my throat, before his hands—then tongue—claim my breasts. Agarbled succession of moans escape as I writhe beneath him, my center desperate.
I will never tire of seeing him like this, his beautiful gray eyes so full of desire for me. So present. So potent.
His mouth latches onto my breast as he pushes two of his fingers inside my pussy. He groans around my flesh. I’m soaked…for him. Always for him.
Little noises of pleasure leave my lips.Ohhhh. Unghh. Ahhhh. They turn to heavy breaths as he fucks me with his fingers, his teeth grazing over one nipple, the sear of his touch forever ruining me.
I’m mewling, begging, moaning, bracing my heels to spread my legs wider, wanting all of him to have all of me. His mouth travels lower to suck on that vibrating bundle of nerves, alternating with flattening his tongue against my entrance, making everything slicker. In harmonious tandem with his glorious fingers pistoning inside me, Mick brings me to orgasm lightning fast. I wail as the edges of my vision darken, pleasure exploding and rocketing through me.
I’m delirious, my pelvis jerking with reverberations when Mick grips my hips and hauls my feet to the floor. He spins me toward the counter and enters me roughly from behind. I cry out and he growls his approval. Oh. Fuck. Yes. He’s so hard. So beautifully hard. This man fills me sublimely. There is nothing better than this.Nothing.
“Fuuuck,” he breathes. “Your pussy squeezes me like it’s never letting go.”
I never want to let go.
He thrusts into me with deep strokes, each one a declaration.Mine. Mine. Mine.
I’m yours.
“Fuck me, Mick. Fuck me hard.”
He answers by driving into me fast and forcefully.Holy hell.I brace against the counter, taking every delicious ram and demand he makes. My breasts surge with each drive, mynipples grazing the tile with a pleasurable friction. He owns me—my heart, my body, my soul—and it’s all I want.
“Goddamn, you’re perfect,” he grunts out.
Stars skirt my peripheral vision again. “So…are you,” I manage between husky breaths.
Mick’s strokes come faster. He quickens, and I cry out as his orgasm erupts, the pleasure between us intense. He stays buried inside me, collapsed over my back, as our breathing normalizes. Our bodies are glued from the sweat coating them. He kisses my back with a tenderness that makes my eyes mist; his love is so palpable…tangible…in this moment.
We break apart, my legs already stiff and my center deliciously used. He swipes a kitchen towel, and we clean ourselves up, all smiles as we dress.
“Merry Christmas,” I say with an arched brow.
He grins, his dimple making an appearance. “Christmas came early.” Turning serious, he palms my face, tilting my mouth to his. “I love you, Jacqui.”
“I don’t think words can adequately express how much I love you, Mick.”
We repeat last year’s inaugural festivities—dinner out followed by finding a beautiful tree smelling of pine and sap. Mick hauls it inside and we adorn it with string lights and decorations. We turn off all the other lights in the house save for our Christmas tree and settle in front of the TV with hot cocoa to watchIt’s a Wonderful Life.
I’m zonked when it’s time for bed, but it takes zero coaxing from my gray-eyed lover to make slow, languid love before we drop off to sleep, my body spooned tightly into his.
Shrill ringingbarges into my dreams, and I jerk awake.
