Page 34 of One Week With You
She circled her hand around my shaft, and I groaned, giving myself a minute to sink into the incredible sensation. Cupping her jaw, I ran the pad of my thumb across her lips, not gentle about it either. Talia’s tongue curled out to lick it and the desire I felt as I spread all that wetness over her lips was unmatched.
“God, look at you,” I murmured, shaking my head in awe. So many times I’d imagined her like this, usually on her knees, but this visual – the reality – had that beat.
I swept up all that hair in my fist and guided her to my cock, her mouth the perfect height. Talia swirled her tongue around the head first, and my hips flexed. Heat speared down my spine. Easing into it, she suckled my flesh in slow, deliberate stokes, determined to drive me wild. But soon she was rolling her mouth down my entire length until she met the circle of her fist, and I rocked and surged into every lick, every suck, every stroke.
This was bliss.
Madness.
Although where was the line?
I’d promised to take her to bed but couldn’t wait, not even for a handful of stairs. Reluctantly, I pulled my cock out of her mouth and ducked to kiss her there instead.
“You’re perfect,” I whispered, kissing her again.
I tugged her to her feet. The wet tip of my cock brushed her stomach as we stood there, so close but not close enough. I wanted to climb inside her skin somehow, burrow as deep as she was in mine.
Drawing her arms above her head, I whipped her bra top off, a stretchy scrap of fabric I never wanted to see again. Her breasts dropped slightly against her ribcage, and I traced the indent in her shoulder where the elastic had imprinted red on her skin. I kissed the spot gently and teased the full weight of her breast, running my thumb across her nipple.
“Rafe,” she gasped.
“Wait till I get my mouth on you,” I murmured, and saying it out loud had my cock hardening in anticipation.
Talia moaned, letting me lower her gently to the rug in front of the fireplace, lifting her hips to help as I tugged her underwear off.
And then there she was.
I didn’t know where to look first. She was everything that drove me fucking wild. Full hips and thick, solid thighs, tits more than a handful with pink-tipped nipples ripe for my mouth. Every excuse I’d ever made to keep my distance evaporated from my mind.
I crawled over her, holding my weight with fists on either side of her head. “I’m gonna learn every fucking path of this beautiful body,” I said roughly, and Talia’s muscles spasmed in delight.
“Is that a promise?”
“A certainty.”
I kissed her again, grinding against her pussy with enough pressure to tease but not nearly enough to get her off. She shifted her hips to match the movement of mine, her hands leaving trails of fire everywhere she touched.
Eventually, I pulled my mouth away and dotted kisses down her neck, across her tits, along the little curving slope of her belly, all the way to where I’d wanted to bury my mouth last week.
“Touch me already,” she whined, arching her body against me.
“Where?” I dragged one finger down her soaking wet pussy. “Here?”
Her body jerked and she parted her legs wider. “Harder. I won’t break.”
I did as she asked, shoving two fingers inside her, curling them in a come hither motion, and circling her clit with my thumb, adding extra pressure every time she made a noise that told me what she liked. Talia slapped against the floor, gripping the edge of the rug as I fucked her with my fingers, and I growled behind gritted teeth, electrified by the hot, wet sound.
It didn’t take long for a shudder to roll through her, tossing her head to the side and letting out a soundless cry as she clamped down hard. When she came around, eyes lust-drunk and heavy lidded, she smiled but pushed my hand away, still shuddering from the sensitivity.
“I should have known you’d be good with your hands.”
“I’m good with other things too,” I said, and winked.
With a laugh she tugged me down to the floor and rolled me on to my back. “Let’s see how good you are,” she said, dropping in my lap and rocking herself back and forth over my erection.
The sight, the sensation, had me feeling wild, untethered somehow. Patience gone. I yanked at the drawer under the coffee table and fished out the condom I’d stashed inside the day before, more wishful thinking than planning ahead.
Talia’s mouth lifted in amusement. “Look at you, a regular Boy Scout.”
