Remembering someone had hurt her, I paused for a moment and looked her in the eye, caressing her jaw. “Are we good?” I didn’t want to push her too fast, but God, she was killing me.
Placing her hand on my jaw she nodded, giving me the green light, then pressed her lips back to mine again.
Snaking a hand under her shirt, I moved it up her soft skin, finally landing on her lacy bra. With a fistful of her ample breast, I gave it a squeeze as I took my tongue and ran it from the crook of her neck to the lobe of her ear, giving it a soft nibble. Pressing my hand to her chest I did my very best to whisper in her ear, “Moan for me, G. Let me feel it.”
Her legs tightened around me and she did as bid. The palm of my hand vibrated with her vocal pressure. Instinctively, I groaned as well. Deep and guttural, the sound rumbled against my chest as her body bucked underneath me while my cock strained against my jeans.
Finally, I willed myself to tear my mouth away from her skin. I was breathing so heavy, slightly dizzy from the lack of air. As I sat up, I pulled my shirt over my head, discarding it to the floor. G’s jaw dropped open, her chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. Her hair was disheveled, eyes wild and ravenous. Around her pouty mouth her skin was slightly red from the scratches of my beard, and my god, that made me even harder. I gripped myself under my jeans and jutted my chin toward her, asking if she was okay with where this was headed.
Nodding, she sat up and joined me in taking off her shirt, giving me my answer.
Holy hell. God, I’d missed tits. And G’s were fantastic. Under her lacy, black bra I could see just a hint of her pinkish-brown nipples and I couldn’t wait to put my mouth on them and give them a flick.
With that, I dove back in, crushing my mouth to hers once again. I worked my way down her body, trailing soft kisses over her smooth, olive skin. When I got to her tits, I gently pulled down the lacy fabric and took her nipple between my lips. I started slowly, with a slight flick of the tongue, then gradually increased the pressure.
Once again, her legs bucked underneath me and more moaning vibrations came from her chest, letting me know that this was working for her. Trailing kisses down her belly, I stopped when I got to the top of her jeans and looked up at her. She was up on her elbows staring down at me through hooded eyes. For a moment, I swore they grew a little misty. I lifted my brow, asking if I should go on, and she once again nodded.
Unbuttoning her jeans, I grabbed them by the waistband and pulled them down slowly, my fingertips grazing her smooth legs, discarding them to the floor. I trailed my hand up the inside of her thigh and admired the view in front of me. Dropping down to my knees, I then trailed soft kisses all the way up the inside of her thigh before I hooked her legs behind my head.
I took a moment to breathe my hot air through her lacy panties, just to tease her, draw it out a bit. By the way she squirmed in my grasp I knew it was working. Finally, I pulled the delicate material to the side and went to work. I started on the outside, working my way in, licking her folds. Her fingers dug into my bare shoulders, nails scratching my skin. By the time my mouth hit her throbbing clit, her fingers were threading through my hair, tugging on it, pulling me in deeper and deeper to her.
Her tang hit my lips and I knew she must be growing close. Finally, with one last flick of her bud and a suckle, her legs began to quiver. Mouth still on her pussy, I glanced up. She was on her elbows, head thrown back to the sky, throat moving, chest heaving, and I knew she was shouting as she came. Fuck, she was a vocal one, and that was so damn hot, knowing that I brought her to those screams.
I stood up, wiped my mouth with my hand, and looked at her. Beads of sweat glistened on her smooth skin and a content smile rested across her face. She was breathing so heavy I couldn’t make out exactly what she said, but I did catch the word wonderful.
She sat up. Tucking her fingers into the waistband of my jeans, she tugged me close. Looking up at me, she unbuckled my pants and slid them, along with my boxers, down my thighs. My cock sprang free and she fisted it, then finally wrapped her mouth around me. I cupped her jaw as she worked her tongue up and down my shaft, then gently moved my hands to the back of her skull, threading my fingers through her chestnut locks.
Rolling my hips in timing with her head moving back and forth, we found our rhythm. I wanted so bad to be inside her, but it had been so long since my dick had touched anything other than my own hand, I knew this was gonna move pretty quick. I could already feel myself inching toward the peak.
I slowed down my thrusts, trying to draw it out as long as possible, but G’s tongue was absolute magic. The way she moaned and hummed sent those wonderful vibrations through my cock all the way to my head, and before I knew it, I was falling over the edge. As I blew my load into her mouth, her nails dug into the flesh of my ass, inflicting the slightest amount of pleasurable pain. Finally, with one final thrust, I finished.
I pulled out and she sat back, wiping the edge of her mouth, licking her lips like she wanted more.
I reached over and cupped her jaw, my thumb grazing her cheekbone. Hot damn, G. Hot damn. Placing her hand on top of mine, she turned her head, kissing the inside of my palm. She then gripped my hand and tugged me down to the sheets with her.
We lay there for the longest time, face to face, staring, touching, kissing, reveling in the afterglow.
“Thank you,” she signed.
I snorted. Thank me? God, thank her was more like it. I’d resolved myself to the fact that I’d die a miserable widower up here in the mountains. Then this creature blew into my life, and within a few days, everything had shifted.
I wasn’t stupid enough to think that this was love, or that she’d stay. But what she did was open my heart to the possibility. The possibility that I could love and be loved again, and that was more than I could have ever dreamed.
A few hours later, I woke with a naked G curled up in my arms. We’d fallen asleep holding one another on the bed, which turned into a blissful afternoon nap. Sitting up, I brushed the hair from her naked shoulder, and she wiggled next to me. Rolling over, she turned and faced me with a yawn.
“Hey you.” Her hand landed on my cheek.
I jutted my chin to her with a wink, saying hey back.
“That was a good nap.”
I nodded in agreement as I tucked her hair behind her ear. “Room sexy?” I teased her, signing with just one hand since my other was tucked beneath the pillow.
She gave me a half-hearted grin that seemed quite forced. “Yeah. Sexy room.” She rolled over and faced the ceiling, resting her hand on her head.
I propped up on one elbow, moving my free hand slightly forward and to one side, furrowing my brow. “What?”
“Nothing.” She shook her head, worrying her lip once again.
I rolled my eyes. I knew damn well when a woman said nothing that it usually meant something. I poked her in the side and repeated, a little more forcefully, “What?”
“Why don’t you have any pictures of your wife?” she finally blurted out.
Ouch. I wasn’t expecting that punch to the gut.
Suddenly, it dawned on me. That was what this was all about? Her snooping through my bedroom, eyeing my photos so intently the past few days? She wanted to see what my wife had looked like? Why? To size up the competition? Well, there was no competition because Alex was dead.