Page 67 of The Taste of Redemption
“I’ve got nothing but time, baby doll.” I pinned her to the nearest wall to free my hands and gripped the hem of her jumper on both sides, pulling it over her head. “You’re perfectly imperfect, and you’remine.That’s how I like you best.”
She cupped my face, pressing her fingertips to my cheekbones.
“Shut up.Please.”
“I’ll shut up when you start moaning.”
I sank into her lips, my arms back on her waist for support when I aimed for the stairs. It was chaotic. Her kisses were designed to showcase how much she loved me and cared about me, while mine tried to calm down her anxious mind. I laid her on the bed, aware that I had to up my game to make her come tonight, because the second I would slip inside, there was no stopping the primal instincts.
I reached behind me, gripped the t-shirt at the back of my neck and pulled it over my head, tossing it to the floor. Nadia sat up, kissing my chest and stomach. Her small hands fiddled with the belt and the zipper of my jeans. I kicked them aside, rediscovering those fucking perfect, cherry lips, and pushing Nadia back until she rested comfortably on the queen-sized bed. Black sheets complimented her olive skin bathed in the orange hue of dimmed lights.
“Tell me to stop,” I muttered, watching goose bumps erupt on her skin as she recalled the first time I spoke those words. “Tell me to stop, baby doll.”
I slid the blue skirt down her legs, then pushed my hand under her back to unclasp her bra. She tossed it over her head, and it hit the balcony door. The sight of her naked breasts reduced my brain to a mush of desire. I missed her more than I thought possible: the scent of her skin, the darkness of her hooded eyes filled with nothing short of serenity…
Witnessing her torment give way whenever we were close filled me with pride and strength to keep going; to keep chasing her demons away; to keep her grounded, at ease and happy.
I buried my head between her legs, kissing the inside of her thighs. She arched back when my thumbs hooked the lacy fabric of her white panties.
I took time scanning her naked body lying on my bed—the best view in the city.
I dived back between her legs, and the moment my breath fanned the most sensitive part of her body, Nadia squeezed her thighs together.
She sat up abruptly, her eyes wide.
“Don’t tell me no one ever didthatfor you,” I muttered, resting both hands on either side of her waist.
The dimmed lights somehow amplified the faint blush that crept onto her cheeks when she shook her head no.
“Wow,” I muttered. “I’m sorry I hadn’t done it sooner, baby,” I closed her parted mouth with a kiss, pushing her back down.
My mind did all kinds of victory dances when I returned to the previous position. Here I was, worried that the excruciatingly long celibacy would strip me of the ability to watch my girl come, only to find an ace up my sleeve.
I hooked her thighs in my elbows, pressed my lips to the soft, tender flesh and heard Nadia gasp.
Jesus, why the fuck hadn’t I done it sooner?
She was so sensitive, squirming with every delicate lick of my tongue, moaning softly into the back of her hand. A few circles were enough to bring her to the brink of an orgasm, giving me another idea.
I brushed my lips against her stomach, travelling north, tasting exposed skin and simultaneously, I slipped one finger deep inside.
Nadia’s lips parted, eyes fluttered closed, and all I could do was watch in awe as the new sensation elevated her pleasure to another level. She laced her hands on the nape of my neck, forcing me closer for a brutal, lustful kiss.
“Look at me,” I whispered, introducing a second finger.
Her eyes popped open; cheeks heated even more. I kissed her forehead, then moved my lips to her neck and breasts, as she got closer to a spectacular release.
Nadia gripped the sheets, arched her back, and her walls began to tighten around my fingers. Sweet moans amplified. I retracted my hand, and rose to my feet, watching as the bliss on her face morphed into confusion.
“Patience, baby.” I grabbed a foil packet from the nightstand before climbing back on the bed.
I eased myself between her legs looking down at her beautiful face. Her eyes were closed, but that wasn’t how I liked it best.
“Look at me, baby doll.”
Her eyes popped open, and a rush of heat ran through me. I pushed my hips forward, unable to hold off any longer. A low growl escaped my chest when I rested on my elbows to reach those fucking perfect lips. I kissed, nibbled and sucked on every inch of her exposed skin I reached, but it wasn’t enough.
Four months without her were pure hell. Now I was back, buried deep inside heaven, and I couldn’t get enough of her warmth or the sounds she made. With every thrust, I was closer to losing sanity. I was on a verge of overloading with too many emotions running through me all at once—emotions only Nadia could trigger.
