My eyes stay on hers as I toss a heavy blanket over her shoulders and pull her toward me. Our wet bodies collide, like sin and desire. Her breasts heave into me with each breath, and my cock hardens against her soft stomach without a single ounce of hesitation. I rub her back, comforting her as well as myself. “Do you really have to go back to Seattle at the end of the week?” I ask softly.
“I do.” She looks up, our eyes connect, and it’s like there’s no fight between us at all.
“That gives us five days if you stay the weekend.”
She nods. “Let’s not waste a second of it.”
She stole the words right from my heart. We’ll figure this out. We have to.
I lean down again and capture her lips with mine, molding to them effortlessly as if this is a dance we’ve done a million times before. I walk her backward toward her bed and lay her down, watching as her long, brown hair fans around her head.
My heart gallops like a stampede through the wild as I sit back on my knees and take in Hope’s beauty. Every glistening morsel of skin is beyond intoxicating. I’ve touched her, tasted her, and watched her sweet pussy pulse out her excitement, but I’ve yet to see her like this. Totally bare. Wholly beautiful. Mine.
I reach for my aching erection and stroke myself while she watches with a wide-eyed gaze. It’s like she’s never seen anything like it. Her mouth parts then she sits up on her knees and reaches for me, replacing my hand with hers. “Oh my,” she says when she’s got a good grip. “I should be angry at you for keeping this away from me for so many years.” She lengthens her strokes. “You’re so big.”
My whole body is on fire with her touch, and her words make me want to do dirty, filthy, unholy things to her. “As long as you take that anger out on me in bed, it’s all yours.” I look down just as a bead of cream drips from my tip. She catches it with the pad of her thumb and smears it around.
Her strokes continue, slow but firm, twisting me at the base while her teeth dig into my shoulder. My head lolls back as I groan. This feels way too fucking good to be real. It’s not even the sensation itself—it’s the fact that the hand wrapped around me belongs to Hope.
Her kisses feather from my shoulder, up my chin, and to my lips. “I need to see if you fit,” she whispers. At first, I think she’s talking about intercourse, but then she slips away from my lips, sinks down on all fours, save for the hand that’s feeding me into her mouth.
She tastes me first—a lick, a tease—but it’s enough to make my mind explode and my cock to jerk in her fist.
“Holy shit.”
She bats her eyes up at me, a look of concern flitting across her features, then she wraps her lips around my tip and moans. She continues to ease around me, her mouth stretched wide, and I know it will be seconds before my release explodes down her throat. As much as I’m anticipating that moment, I’m greatly enjoying this one.
“Fuck. Hope. I’m going to—”
I’m cut off by her quick movement as her mouth slips away, her breathing heavy. My pending release subsides, and I think I might just die.
“Don’t come yet.” She shakes her head and sits up. “Not yet.”
A hand presses against my chest and pushes, causing me to fall onto my back. I open my eyes to find Hope above me, hair falling around her shoulders as she leans in, pressing her lips to mine. “I’ve waited too many years for this. No condom, okay?”
I drag in a breath, hypnotized by her beautiful green and blue eyes and the passion behind them. “I might not last long.”
She smiles. “I’m willing to go as many times as it takes to brand this night into your memory, Anderson Bexley.”
My hands hold on to the side of her face. “Oh, you’ve already done that, Hope. All you had to do was exist.”
Chapter Sixteen
HOPE
He looks up at me like I’m the last woman on Earth. Eyes roaming my body as though he’s greedy for all the sins he’s about to commit. I’m no better. I just mounted him like a lioness, taking the reins and ready to devour. He’s mine. Body, heart, and soul. I can feel it in our kiss, in every touch. He spent years denying me what I always knew was mine, and I spent the past year denying him of the exact thing. I almost can’t believe that we’re here together right now.
I stroke him toward me, struggling to keep hold of his monster cock—it’s already slick with excitement and fully ready to annihilate me in the best way. The thought of trying to fit him inside me makes me shiver with anticipation.
With one palm pressing down on his chest, I center his tip below my opening and sink enough to get a feel for what is about to enter me. “You’re going to hurt me, aren’t you, Bexley?”
A faint smile crosses his face before he bites down on his bottom lip. “Maybe just for a minute.”
He looks down at where we both connect. I do the same while I sink around him again, gasping at the instant pressure that comes from his stretch. His hands grip my waist, fingers digging into my skin, only adding to the pleasure as another inch disappears inside me. My heart is racing, my blood pumping so fast and hard that I feel like I could explode with the pressure alone. He helps ease me down until I’ve taken him whole and nothing is left between us save for our slick bodies and eager breaths.
I rock slightly and moan at the fullness, slowly at first while I get used to the feel of him, if that’s even possible. Palms find my breasts and squeeze while hips roll up into me, driving him deeper. My lids burst wide open, and I gasp again, not at all ready for the explosion that is sure to follow this connection.
His eyes find mine. “Are you okay?”
“Better than okay.” I rock against him again and again, keeping my rhythm slow but steady as I acclimate to his thickness.
“You feel incredible, Hope. Like a dream I never want to wake from.”
“I don’t want to wake up either. Let’s stay like this forever.”
One hand stays on my breast while the other slips down to my clit. He rubs me slowly. “I’m not going to last long like this,” he rasps before his tongue wets his bottom lip. “You’re so damn beautiful and sexy as sin.” He drops his hand from my breast and smacks my ass before squeezing it while thrusting up into me.
A guttural moan escapes me as I arch my back, the pleasure blasting me fast and hard. We fit like hand and glove, a tight but glorious connection that only adds to the building tension. Years of unrequited love, months of loss, days of resistance. It’s all created a frenzy of emotions lumped together with a raging attraction that neither of us want to bottle anymore. It’s about to blow in more ways than one.
I bring myself down and kiss him deeply, loving the way he kisses me back with just as much passion. He flips me onto my back, scoops one arm around my leg so that my knee presses into my chest, and then he lunges into me, all without taking his mouth from mine.
“Fuck,” Anderson curses. “I can’t stop it.”
Meanwhile, my own volcano is threatening to erupt inside me. “Don’t stop,” I breathe. “I’m close too.”
His head falls onto my chest, and his hips rock into me harder and harder until his final quick thrusts come at the same time my eruption detonates like tiny earthquakes deep inside my body.