I sucked it into my mouth and groaned, loving the taste of just that small piece of him. The sweet, saltiness of his skin.
With a grunt, Blake covered my lips with his, his tongue mingling with his finger inside my mouth, and then he broke the kiss, his breathing heavy.
“Touch me. Everywhere.” Leaning up, I closed the small distance between our faces and swiped my tongue across his lips. “Please.”
Wildness filled his eyes as if I’d given him a green light and unleashed something deep within him. Something he’d been holding back all this time, surely for my benefit. But right now, nothing would benefit me more than becoming one with him.
Blake flicked his fingers to the clasp between my breasts, and they spilled out for him. He dipped his head, sucking one hard tip into his mouth, and dragged his teeth along it. My body bucked at the sensation of it and then he moved, paying equal attention to the other. His mouth never left me as he kissed a line down my belly and across my navel, his hands slipping into the lace at my hips and pulling it down my legs. Sitting back on his heels, he crumpled them and discarded them onto the floor.
I realized how much preparing he’d actually done when he reached over to the nightstand, extracting a foil packet from its drawer. I covered his hand with my own. “Don’t. I want to feel you.”
He looked at me, a huge question in his eyes.
“I’m on birth control and have never, um . . . been unprotected. It’s safe.”
“You sure?”
“Positive. I don’t want anything between us.”
Blake tossed the packet aside. “You don’t have to ask me twice. I’ve never been unprotected either, and the thought of feeling you bare . . .” He shuddered.
I wanted him so badly my body ached, every cell sensitized and waiting.
Straddling me at the knees, Blake stared at me. “You look amazing right now, naked and waiting. Your cheeks all flushed, breasts full.” He placed a hand over my chest feeling the frenzied rhythm. “So gorgeous. I want to remember this moment forever. I wish I could take a picture.”
I skidded my bare foot up his chest. “How about if I just look like this for you over and over and over—and over.”
Something in him turned primal. He grabbed my calf and bit down. “Stop me if it’s too much, but I can’t hold back anymore.” Blake dropped my ankle to his shoulder and leaned forward, letting his swollen erection lay on my belly.
I watched, breathless, as he teased me, dragging his cock back slowly, leaving a trail of pre-cum in its wake. He positioned himself at my entrance and I braced myself, fisting the comforter at my sides. He took himself in his hand and rubbed it over my sex, spreading my juices from my opening to my clit and back down again. “Already wet for me, baby. I love it. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Hearing him affirm it one more time before we took the last step was just what I needed. He pushed in slowly, testing my limits, and I relaxed even more, knowing he’d get in easier if I did.
I sucked in a ragged breath, tilting my hips, and he was able to slide in the rest of the way so his pelvis rested against my wet folds.
I felt full.
Complete.
My missing piece.
Blake trembled, using all of his willpower to remain still and be sure I was okay. I cupped the side of his face and nodded, and he dropped forward, surrounding me with his body and my leg fell into the crease of his elbow. He pulled back, only to push in more forcefully, and I dug my nails into his back, pushing my chest up to meet his, a hiss escaping my lips.
“Keep going,” I whispered in his ear.
That little bit of encouragement was all he needed, and he began tapping into me at a quick, fluid rhythm. “God, you feel so good. So bare. I can feel every bit of you. Fucking amazing.”
My own breathing picked up, the sound of flesh meeting flesh turning me on.
He slowed his pace, reaching deep inside me, pulling back, and then pushing deep within my core again. I moaned his name in total ecstasy. Each thrust made me feel more whole, our bodies slick with sweat sliding off one another.
Blake growled in my ear, “You’re mine, Angel.” Pushing deeper with each word, he repeated, “Mine. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” the words barely audible from my breathless mouth.
“Fucking scream it.”
“I’m yours!”
“Yes!” He slowed his pace, dipping his tongue into my mouth. “I love you, Angel. More than I’ve ever loved anything.”
“I love you, too,” I breathed. “Come for me. I want to feel you inside my body.”