He tries a few different kissing styles as we get up to our floor. Slow and soft with his tongue, changing the angle, letting me have control, and all of it goes right to my heart. I take his hand when the elevator opens and almost run to his room.
“Someone’s eager.” He teases.
“So eager.” I agree. “Put that key in the door.”
He lets me in and pulls me close. Every soft touch burns through me. His patience makes mine evaporate and I just can’t deal with not having him inside me right now. Still, he refuses to move faster. I’ve never been undressed so slowly. Never felt so cherished as he guides me back to the bed and strokes over my body with his hands, then his mouth.
I moan as he kisses my instep and along my ankle, up my calf, the inside of my thigh. I pant and stroke his hair. “Gunner. Please.”
“I want to worship you, sweets. I never want you to think I’m not completely and totally in love with you.” He kisses higher. “That you are the only woman that could tempt me.”
I nod. “I believe you.”
He strokes up the outside of my thighs and pulls them over his shoulders as he licks across my clit. The build-up has been so intense that it only takes a few flicks of his tongue, a few sucks, and teases for me to come. My back arches and I clutch the sheets to keep grounded.
Gunner kisses up my body, along my side where I’m so sensitive and ticklish, along the underside of my breast which is apparently as sensitive as my nipples, and then between my breasts and along my neck.
“I love you, Sophie.” He whispers in my ear. “So much it terrifies me.”
“Gunner.” I hold his face in front of mine. “I love you. I promise, I’m not leaving you.”
He nods, but I feel a shiver run along his body. I stretch to kiss him again, slow, easy. I swallow. “I love you.”
He swallows and nods again as I roll us over. I slide down on his cock and he groans, watching our bodies meet as I circle my hips on him. One of his hands holds the small of my back and the other strokes over my thigh.
God, he’s so deep at this angle, it drives me insane. We move together, slow and intense. His eyes stay on me and he kisses me every chance he gets while thrusting up and into me. I tangle my fingers in his hair and feast on him.
Gunner rolls us, so I’m on my side. He teases my nipple while holding my cheek in his other hand. I can feel every panting breath across my face as he thrusts harder and faster, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
“Gunner … oh, just like that,” I gasp.
He nods and presses his forehead to mine. We watch each other as his hands tighten on me. I’m going to go insane. I’ve never felt so … seen, so appreciated, so vulnerable. I bury my face in his shoulder as I come, biting him to try to be somewhat quiet, but I drag him with me.
And Gunner is absolutely not quiet as my name tears from his throat in a hoarse voice I almost don’t recognize. We linger there, his fingers tight in my hair, his heartbeat echoing through me with each beat, his cock still inside me, throbbing sending waves of pleasure through my body again and again.
I rub his back and kiss the bitemark on his shoulder. “I love you so much, Gun. For everything about you.”
He takes an unsteady breath and kisses my forehead. “You have no idea what you do to me, sweets. I wish you could feel it.”
“I feel quite a bit.” I assure him with another slow kiss.
He nods and keeps rubbing me until his phone goes off. He groans and rolls slowly. After a glance he answers the phone. “I have her. Don’t panic.”
I roll my eyes.
“We’re in my room, Roman. Relax.” He snorts. “Sophie is being well taken care of.”
“I am!” I promise, then rub Gunner’s chest. “I’m perfectly happy.”