His forehead propped up mine and my eyes fell open. I found him staring at me with a smile on his face. A genuine smile. One that reached his eyes. And my heart felt fuller than it had in days. I felt as if my broken heart were mending with every massage of his palms. With every stroke of his fingertips. With every kiss of his lips.
Then his cock pulsed underneath me.
“No. It’s not a dream,” he murmured.
His hands fisted my hips and he lifted me up. Like a rag doll, there for his pleasure, he slowly sank me down his girth. Inch by inch, until he filled me in all the ways I remembered. My head fell back. My eyes fluttered closed. His arm wrapped around my lower back, holding me to him as I adjusted. I felt him pulsing, his heat already filling me. My hands pressed against his chest, sinking him deeper into the cushions of the couch.
And as our eyes connected, his hands slowly pushed back.
“Let me guide you, Rae.”
I captured his lips. “I’m all yours.”
Our eyes held one another as he steadily moved my hips, showing me how to please him. How to stroke him in all the ways he wished. My arms wrapped around his neck and I clung to him as I slowly found my rhythm. His arms cloaked my back, holding me to him as I rolled and bounced, pulling groans and grunts from the back of his throat.
“Rae. Shit.”
“That’s it, Clint. Like that.”
“Don’t stop. I can’t—you’re—don’t stop.”
“I won’t. I won’t. I won’t ever stop. Never.”
Faster and faster, until our breaths became one. I breathed the air he afforded me as his hands explored my body. I bounced in his lap, feeling my arousal dripping against his skin and marking him, the way he’d marked me with his teeth. His hands slid around to my ass cheeks and gripped them tightly, rolling me deeper against mine. And as his face fell to my bosom, I felt him sucking deep, dark marks against my skin.
Until the two of us sought our end with one another.
“Clint, yes!”
“Fucking hell, Rae. You’re perfection.”
He pounded into me and my body jumped for him. His growls overpowered my whimpers as I spiraled out of control again. I collapsed against him, feeling him hold me as he thrusted quicker. Faster. Harder. He worked me through my orgasm. Jumping my bones and making my muscles twitch as I felt him mark my warm walls.
And as my head fell into the crook of his neck, he collapsed against the couch. Holding me. Splaying his hands across my skin.
As the evidence of our lust dripped from between my legs.
19
Clinton
I stroked my fingers through her hair as her weight rested against me. Home. I felt as if I were home again. And I didn’t know if I’d ever feel this way about anything again. A place. Or a person. Or a city. Or a state. I felt more confused than ever about my future. And yet, none of it mattered.
Not when Rae was in my arms.
“We should clean up.”
I grinned as she slowly lifted her head.
“You think, huh?”
She smiled. “I know. I’m leaking.”
I chuckled. “I thought you liked that feeling.”
“No one likes that feeling.”
I paused. “True. I don’t like leaking, either.”