Never Tied Down (The Never Duet #2)

Her hands slid all the way up to my shoulders and she bent down to lean against me. Her breasts pressed against my chest and I wanted to rip the shirt from her body and feel her flesh against mine. My hands slid to the back of her thighs and then up to round over her perfect ass, pressing her against my cock with even more pressure. I slid my fingers under the edge of her panties, gripping her ass and feeling her there. She let out a soft gasp and my dick hardened even more.

She sat up, gripping the bottom of her shirt, and slowly pulled it over her head, the smile never leaving her face. My hands found her waist, but then slid up, watching as goose bumps formed along her skin, until my hands covered her perfect breasts. I palmed her, but it wasn’t enough, not even close. I knifed up, quickly wrapping one arm around her waist to keep her center right where I wanted it: against my cock. Then I scooted backward on the bed until I came to rest against the headboard.

“I want nothing more than to sink into you right now,” I said, one hand coming to grip the back of her neck, pulling her face to just within a hair’s breadth of mine. “Every part of me is throbbing, aching to be inside of you, to feel you all around me. But I want you to know, it’s not the sex, Kal. I’m not just asking for sex. I’m asking to come home. You’re home to me. All of you. I want back in to the place where I belong, the place I want to be forever.” I pressed a kiss just above her left breast and felt her breath tremble with my touch. “I want back in here, baby.” I continued to lave kisses just where her heart was pounding through her skin.

“You’ve been there all along,” she whispered, her words laced with a combination of pleasure and pain. “Please,” she begged. “Make love to me.”

That was all the invitation I needed.

I brought my lips to her breast, sucking her nipple into my mouth, taking her deep. She mewled and I knew her nerves were just as frayed as mine. Like me, she was balancing between needing the buildup and release, and wanting the connection. It would be easy enough to bring her to orgasm so quickly her head would spin, but I wanted more than that, more than just coming for the sake of coming. I wanted to make love to her, reconnect with her, for hours. I wanted to make up for all the time we’d already spent apart.

I released her nipple, but cupped her breast, kneading and rolling her nipple between my fingers. My mouth found hers and our lips met, gaping wide, tongues searching for each other. My free hand slid low and pulled open the elastic at the top of her panties, sliding past it, feeling the heat of her as I crept closer.

When my fingers finally found her, I groaned at her wetness. There was something so carnally arousing knowing that her body was responding to mine, that the way I was touching her body was turning her on, soaking her.

I wasted no time. I wanted to feel her wrapped around me. I slowly pushed a finger inside her, easing my way in, loving the softness of her. She moaned and as I swallowed her noises, she pushed her hips forward, grinding down on my hand. That simple movement, her body asking for more, snapped something in me.

I moved quickly and rolled her underneath me, then used my hands to remove her panties, leaving the tube socks where they were, stretched over her long, slender legs. I stood at the edge of the bed, pushed my own pants to the floor, then gripped her ankles and tugged her toward me. Her eyes were wide as she watched me kneel before her, and I held her gaze as I lowered and brought my tongue to run over her center. One long lick and her eyes closed, back arched, and breath panted.

She tasted fucking amazing, just like I remembered. Just like I’d thought about every night since we’d been apart. I wanted to tell her how much I’d missed her, how much I loved every single fucking part of her, but I couldn’t stop.

Her fingers slid through my hair, gripping me there, holding me to her. The more she participated—grinding against me, holding my mouth right where she wanted it—the more enthusiastic I became. I sucked and licked, slowly moving my fingers in and out of her, coaxing a slow yet frantic climax from her.

With every exhale, she moaned, gradually increasing in volume, until finally she erupted. Her thighs clamped around my head, her heat gripped my fingers still inside her, and she tugged on my hair, all while crying out incoherently. It was so fucking beautiful, feeling her come, hearing her pleasure, knowing it came from me, that I gave it to her.

After a few moments she relaxed, went limp, panting. I moved over her, slowly crawling up her body, placing light kisses on her damp skin, loving every part of her, until I was back at her mouth. She leaned up and kissed me. It was a slow and lazy kiss, as though she were drunk from her orgasm. Her hands started at my shoulders, then slid down my arms, moving to my waist and coming up my back. Her legs parted, one wrapping around my waist, and she pulled her mouth from mine.

“I haven’t been with anyone. Not since you.” Her eyes were searching mine, looking for an answer. I knew what she wanted and God, I wanted it too.

“Do you trust me?”

“I trust you and I love you. I want to feel all of you.”