Page 58 of In Every Lifetime
He scoffed a laugh, his hand leaving my chin and weaving through the hair at the nape of my neck. I whimpered as he pulled slightly, angling my head perfectly. He leaned down, his mouth a breath from mine.
“Say it,” he commanded.
His eyes were dark with lust, his chest rising and falling with force as he held himself back. He was waiting for the words as if they were his permission—his permission to take me once again. To claim me as his, even for a moment.
Because if I still loved him, then I still wanted him.
“I love you,” I breathed, and he pounced.
His mouth collided with mine in a kiss that seared through my soul. Heat flooded through my body, replacing the chill the rain had left. Fai didn’t just kiss me—he devoured me. With one hand woven through my hair, his other dipped under my shirt, his fingertips feeling their way up my spine slowly, fervently.
His tongue dipped into my mouth, and he moaned as he tasted me. I melted into him, giving up any semblance of resistance. It was futile. Every cell in my body had always wanted him and always would. My hands gripped his sides, pulling him closer to me, forcing away the divide that we had built between us.
His mouth moved from mine to my jaw and down my neck, nipping as he went. I lost myself to the sensation of my body—my heart finally being home. Finally being with Fai.
His fingers were cold against my back, and his hand gripped me as tightly as he could, as if scared I would disappear if he let me go.
“Fai,” I moaned as he kissed my collarbone.
He hummed against my skin, but understood what I needed, what I was asking for. After sixteen years together, he understood my needs, my desires better than I did. He freed my hair, using his hands to peel my soaking shirt up and over my head, releasing his mouth from mine for just a breath. His lips found mine again the moment I was freed of my shirt. His hand found my body once again, one grasping onto one of my butt cheeks as he ground his pelvis into me. The other was exploring my body, moving up my side to my breast where he glided a thumb across my taut nipple.
His hand on my backside kneaded me through my leggings, pulling me closer to him, making his arousal more than evident. We had all but lost our minds, but I didn’t care. I just wanted him in any way I could have him.
I reached my free hand between us, grasping at him through his jeans, feeling his hard length straining against the denim.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his head collapsing into the crook of my neck, thrusting against his will into my hand, his control beginning to snap.
“I want you,” I moaned softly into his ear. I didn’t want any doubt in his mind, I wanted him to know I wanted him right here, right now. I didn’t care that it was ridiculous. I didn’t care we were in the middle of the woods while a rain storm bellowed around us.
He practically growled into my skin and backed us into one of the cool rock walls, my naked back colliding softly with thestone. He reached down, hiking my leg up around his hip. I stared at him for a moment, trying to catch my bearings, but he gave me no time to think.
His hand dipped into my leggings, his fingers finding my core, diving passed my wet lips, and dipped lightly into me before moving back to my clit, moving in slow circles.
“Oh god,” I moaned, my head falling back against the rock, my eyes closing. I wanted to fall into the sensation, lose myself to his fingers. He continued the motions and kissed along my neck. His fingers worked rhythmically, diving into me softly, gathering my wetness and moving it upwards, as he circled my bundle of nerves. My legs began to shake and he took my weight with his hand that was holding my leg.
“You feel so good,” he mumbled. I opened my eyes, my breaths coming faster, my mind fogging as I teetered on the edge—nearly crashing into my impending orgasm.
Fai’s gaze was glued onto his hand that was working me with expert ministrations. His eyes were dilated, his breaths matching my own—heavy and needy. He seemed to be savoring the moment as much as I was.
He glanced my way, only to be snared by my steady gaze. The second our eyes locked, he faltered, the world around us coming to a sudden standstill. I whimpered, needing him to continue. Needing him to bring me over the edge.
The sound snapped something in him as his mouth collided with mine in a force as he thrust his fingers into me. I moaned into his mouth loudly. His tongue and fingers followed the same motion, thrusting into me with rhythm.
I began convulsing as the warmth of my orgasm crashed into me like a wave, overtaking every sense, every feeling. All I felt washim.
He held me upright as I shattered in his arms, his fingers thrusting into me, guiding me through the orgasm, prolonging itfor as long as he could. Slowly, I came down, my breath slowing, but my need for him was only stronger. He removed his hand from my leggings slowly, dropping my leg and stepping back slowly.
His eyes were hooded, his arousal obvious as his dick strained against his jeans, begging to be free. Begging to be touched. He stepped back again, increasing the space between us, his eyes sweeping over my body. The cool air sent goosebumps over my skin, my nipples hard from both the air and my need to have him.
Ever so slowly, he raised his hands, bringing his fingers to his lips. The same fingers that explored me, that coaxed me to orgasm, that took my breath away. He licked the flavors of me slowly, sensually. Moaning slightly, and his gaze never left mine.
“Take off your shirt,” I commanded.
He smirked, and licked one more time before finally obeying, peeling the soaked shirt over his head, revealing his layers of corded muscles too slowly. He threw it to the ground next to him.
“Now what?” He asked with a raised brow, his voice husky with lust.
“Your pants,” I whispered.
