Redemption in Love

Chapter Seventeen




AMANDINE OPENED HER EYES when a hunger pang pierced her belly. The bedroom was dark, and she could sense Gavin sleeping next to her. The clock on the nightstand said it was a little after three. Her mouth dropped open. She couldn’t believe she’d slept so late!

She got up carefully, trying not to jostle Gavin. He had a busy day ahead, and she didn’t want to disturb him.

She put on a robe and padded barefoot to the kitchen. The marble floor was cold and smooth. Luna had left a note on the fridge: I made a cheese and beef quesadilla for you. Third shelf.

Ooo, my favorite! Amandine heated it in the toaster oven and ate with gusto, taking a spoonful of salsa and guacamole with each bite. Luna made the best Mexican food in the world.

Once she was finished with her snack, she went to the master bath to brush her teeth and wipe the makeup off her face. When she was done, she tossed her robe on the back of a chair and crawled into the deliciously warm bed.

“Hey,” came Gavin’s gravelly voice.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You didn’t wake me up. Something else did.”

“Oh? Wha—”

His mouth covered hers hungrily. “You were taking your sweet time in the bathroom. I thought I’d have to go get you,” he murmured.

“If I’d known you were waiting, I might have hurried.”

He palmed her butt and squeezed, his hands big and hot. “I’ve been thinking about this since this afternoon.” His mouth sought the sensitive spot between her neck and collarbone and found it. She inhaled sharply as he nipped it, then licked it gently.

“Should’ve woken me up,” she breathed out.

“You needed your sleep. And food.”

His concern touched her. She tunneled her fingers into his thick hair, loving what he was doing with his tongue and teeth over her left breast. He hadn’t reached for the pebbled peak yet, just fondling and touching and kissing around it instead. A delicious anticipatory heat started in her belly. He was torturing her, his breath feather-light over her nipple, and she couldn’t wait any longer.

“Don’t be a tease.”

“Never. I take this very seriously.” He flicked the tip of his tongue against her nipple.

She groaned.

“Like it?”

“Love it.”

He pulled the entire nipple with his lips and sucked strongly. Her back arched as white-hot pleasure shot through her. Her eyes rolled as he increased the pressure, driving her insane with his teeth and tongue.

“My god,” she moaned. “Please.”

She felt the vibration of his chuckle on her nipple and came. Pleasure seared through her, incinerating everything from her mind except the incredible ecstasy of his mouth on her breast. Her back arched so hard, she almost dislodged him. She sobbed out her pleasure and the shock that she could come just from having her nipple sucked.

“My god, Gavin,” she said, her voice barely audible. “That was amazing.”

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His wife had no idea what amazing meant if she thought that was amazing.

What was amazing was the entirety of her.

Moonlight was coming in through the windows, and Gavin looked at her face. She was utterly relaxed and soft under him, and he wanted to remember the intimacy of the moment, the loveliness of it.

His cock throbbed against her belly. He could feel the liquid heat between her legs, and what self-control he had slipped a notch.

Suddenly, Amandine pushed him off her. He let her roll him over, so she ended up on top of him, her strong, slim legs straddling his torso. Her slickness pooled on his skin, her pert breasts high and firm.

Amazing view from the bottom.

He reached and caressed the lower curve of her right breast. “I haven’t loved this one yet.”

She sighed softly. “Not right now.” She held his wrist. “Maybe later.”

She glided down his body, her cool hair and hard, pebbled nipples brushing his chest and belly. His breathing grew rougher as she traveled sensuously over him, enjoying his body’s reaction to her.

When she reached his erection, she ran the tip of her hair over the head of his cock. His muscles clenched at the tingling sensation. Jesus, he wanted more, needed more.

He groaned when her mouth replaced her hair. Her tongue swirled over him like an ice cream cone. She wrapped her hand around his shaft, tracing the veins with her fingertips. He reached for her, but she slapped him away.

“My show,” she said, her passion-dark gaze on his.

Her luscious lips surrounded his cock. Her grip was surprisingly strong, and her suction even stronger. Lifting his head, he watched her inhale him, her mouth moving up and down along his length. He had no control over the situation, but for once didn’t care. It was as though the control freak in him had surrendered.

The pleasure from what she was doing with her tongue and lips snuffed any coherent thought from his mind. He held on with desperate control, trying to delay the oncoming rush of orgasm.

“I’m too close,” he managed to say in a voice rough with strain.

“So?” She licked the skin between the head and shaft.

“You better stop.”

“Now why would I do such a thing?” She then took him in even deeper, all the way to the back of her throat.

His eyes rolled back in his head. He was so close, but he wanted her to come again with his cock in her mouth.

“Touch yourself,” he said. “Play with your *. Make yourself feel good.”

He raised his head and watched, making sure she followed his instructions. She put a hand between her legs; her face flushed with hot pleasure.

Scorching heat snaked through him as he watched her pleasure herself while sucking his cock. He couldn’t hold back any longer.

“I’m going to come,” he panted.

Her only response was even stronger suction and more furious movements of her hand over her sex. An unbearable rush of pleasure welled up and ripped through him. He came with a hoarse shout.

She swallowed every drop and convulsed in climax herself. God, she was beautiful in orgasm, her face twisted with almost torturous ecstasy.

He pulled her up and held her tightly, his breath fanning her skin. He wished he could tell her how he felt, but he was no poet. There weren’t words eloquent enough to express what was in his heart.

So he merely said, “Thank you.”

For being in my life. For giving us another chance.

She snuggled closer. “My pleasure.”