He grinned. “That sounds like a very grown up thing to do.”
I grinned back, running my fingers through his shaggy hair again, pushing stray strands back from his forehead. “I’m going to act better, Calvin. I promise. If I ever start turning into that bitchy person again, you have to let me know. I want to be my best self with you. Give you the good that’s inside me.”
He searched my face, his eyes going from my hair to my nose, then to my mouth and back to my eyes. “You know, if I tell you that you’re acting bitchy one day… that, um, won’t end well for me.”
I laughed. He was right. I kissed his nose. “Then let’s make a pact to do our best every day, and if we notice the other not laughing at least five times a day, we work harder to make them happy.”
“I like that. A five-laughs-a-day rule.” He rolled on top of me, pressing me into the thick rug in front of his fireplace. “And how many orgasms a day?” he asked, his voice growing deeper, sexier, and my breathing began to quicken.
“There can be no limits on that, Mr. Hot Shot Baseball Star,” I said, wrapping my legs around his hips, pulling him closer.
Our lips touched, then his mouth invaded mine, exploring until I couldn’t breathe. When he broke our kiss and skimmed my jaw with his teeth, I sighed in pleasure. God, I’d missed this. Him. No other man could ever make me feel like this.
My skin was on fire, and his lips were making it worse, causing the ache deep in my belly to verge on painful. I needed him to soothe it, take the pain away.
I moaned as his mouth met the skin of my throat. I worked at his pants while he licked his way down my neck to my cleavage.
I was frantic now, wanting nothing more than to find oblivion in his arms. I didn’t want to think, or worry. I just wanted this. To feel good. To feel powerful and needed and wanted… and wanting.
He pulled down the top of the sundress I was wearing, then the cup of my bra to expose my breast to his greedy mouth. I cried out as he consumed my puckered flesh, biting and sucking as though he was starving and I was his only source of nourishment.
Hiking my dress to my waist, his hand roamed my heated skin, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. I cried out, running my fingers through his thick hair, wrapping my legs around him, arching up, searching for friction to sooth the heat between my thighs.
“Please,” I begged, and he moaned, the vibration of the sound against my nipple going straight to my core as I pleaded for him to be inside me. Warmth spread from between my legs through my entire body. I whimpered, undone by him.
He stood up and pulled his shirt over his head, then his pants and boxers were kicked into a pile. He was back, pulling me until I was sitting. In one quick movement, my dress was over my head, then my bra gone. Our eyes never left each other as he undressed me.
“So beautiful.”
I flushed under the intensity of his gaze, believing his words.
“What do you want, Whitney?” he asked, a familiar question between us.
What did I want?
I smiled. “I want everything.”
He growled low in his chest, then was on me again.
I writhed beneath him, clawing at his shoulders as he explored every bit of me, re-familiarizing the terrain of my body. He kissed and caressed my legs, my stomach, my hips. When he tongued my naval, I was lost in pleasure, every touch of his lips bringing me closer to my peak.
“Yes…” I moaned, encouraging him. He skimmed my skin with his teeth, just at the curve above my upper thigh, and I nearly screamed in pleasure.
“You’re killing me,” I cried when he spread my legs wide, settling between them, his hands moving under my ass to lift me up to his waiting mouth.
The first touch of his tongue was a jolt, an electric fire that turned heavenly.
I gripped his head and pulled him closer, grinding myself into his mouth, but he pulled back, intent on pleasuring me at his own pace, licking up and down my slit, going no deeper.
I begged and he relented, sliding his tongue deep inside, his eyes meeting mine over the length of my body. He pulled my lips into his mouth, sucking the sensitive flesh. When his teeth scraped my clit, I exploded, shaking, screaming softly. The speed and force of my orgasm surprised us both.
He didn’t give me time to recover, sliding his fingers into my waiting depths. I arched into his hand, moving my hips in rhythm with his fingers. When he found that place inside me, he pressed his tongue against my clit, and his fingers and tongue moved as one until I shattered.
It hit me like a train, almost painful with its intensity. Strangely enough, I wanted more.
When he climbed up my body, his thick cock nudging my entrance, I clung to him, pulling him close.
“Open your eyes.”
When I did, his were only inches from my own and I nearly wept from the love I saw in them.
“I love you,” he said, and pushed his hips forward, barely entering me, spreading me wide.
I lifted my hips, taking him deeper. “I love you too.”
It was so good, being filled by him again. He had me pressed into the rug, and I was unable to do anything but take what he was giving me. He moved slow at first, giving my body time to accept and stretch around him. Then he quickened the pace as our lips and tongues clashed together, my cries captured by his mouth.
I dug my fingers into his shoulders as he made love to me slow and easy, then hard and fast, changing the angle until his pubic bone pressed against my clit.
I pulled my mouth from his, needing to breathe, needing to scream. He moved faster, harder, holding me in place as our bodies’ pounded together, the music of our joining echoing through the room. I nearly wept when the orgasm hit me. I screamed into his shoulder, my nails biting his skin.
He waited, kissing my forehead, my temple, holding me until I’d stopped shaking, stopped crying. When I was still gasping for air, he drove into me again. This time, he was focused on his own pleasure, using my body for what he needed. I gladly gave it to him. I wrapped my legs around him tighter as he went faster, harder, deeper.
His head dipped to mine again, our mouths warring in time to our bodies. He growled, grunting something I couldn’t understand against my lips, slamming over and over and over… until he came, his head thrown back as his warmth flooded inside of me.
The room was silent for a while, the only sound our heavy breathing as he nestled onto me, our bodies still connected.
As soon as I caught my breath, a soft laugh escaped me. He pushed himself up onto his elbows to look down at me.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, his chest still heaving from his exertions.
I looked up into his beautiful eyes. “You. Me. Us. The crazy path that led us back to each other.”
He kissed me, long and deep, then raised his head, waiting until I opened my eyes again. “Our path is solid now, Whitney. Sometimes you might walk a little ahead of me, or a little behind me, but I’ll never leave it again.”
I lifted a hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. “I’ll never leave it either. I swear it.”