“Do you still love this?” I licked her bottom lip. “And this?” I eased her along and tried to be gentle. She began to breathe hard and urged me to move faster. “Oh, so, you want things the way they used to be, do you?” I referred to our old style of making love. She nodded, and I grinned and allowed myself to relax and take her the way we both wanted.
The bow fell away, and the thin ties loosened, falling down her shoulders to expose her bare, plump breasts.
I swirled my tongue around her neck as I licked her favorite spots.
She moaned and used her backside to grind into my erection. I dragged my fingers down her spine and pushed her dress down to her ankles, slipping between her cheeks and massaging her swollen bud, coating my finger in her arousal. With my other hand, I freed myself from my pants and let it hit the top of her ass.
Her back bowed and her head fell onto my shoulder as she let out a hard puff of air. She was just as hungry for me as I was for her.
“Wait.” I took the horrible piece of latex from the package and quickly rolled it on, hating that I had to place even that thin barrier between us. “Lean forward, Sienna.”
I eased her back over the cloak that covered the tomb, lined up, and gently fed myself into her. She shook beneath my fingers as they skirted up her back, into her hair, and grabbed a fistful.
“Home,” I whispered without thought.
Leisurely, I pulled out and dragged my erection over her swollen bud, giving it the much-needed attention it deserved. She was dripping with excitement, and I could barely see straight. For years, I had dreamt of being back inside the only woman who made me crazy. The only one I could let go with and get lost in. So many delicious memories washed over me as I remembered the first time we had ever had sex and how I was so careful not to hurt her, not to push her too far, but it had been a struggle. It hadn’t taken her long to show me how she liked it. Who knew she liked it rough but tender all at once? It was all about trust, and even though I knew her heart didn’t have any for me now…her body did. That was why, right here, right now, she needed me.
I pulled her back and licked her neck up and around to her lips, needing to kiss her. Needing any part of me I could have inside her.
Just as I pulled out, she whirled around and jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs around me. Pivoting, I pushed her up against the wall and buried my face into her breasts and nipped at her erect nipples.
Her hands combed through my hair, tugging at the roots before I dove back deep inside. Our heavy breathing was all that could be heard, echoing against the concrete walls. The flames on the candles flickered as I ravished her. Her high heels dug into my back as she grew closer to her release.
I wanted to change the angle, so I hooked my arms around her back and laid her onto the tomb, grabbed her ankles, and forced them over my shoulders. With both arms wrapped around her legs, I plunged in and out, not wanting the moment to end. Again, her back bowed and her neck arched as her nails clawed at the cement. She was perfect, stunning, everything I remembered her to be.
“Goddamn, I missed you.” I couldn’t get enough.
“More,” she begged, but I stilled. I wanted her with me mentally. I needed more than her body. I needed her mind.
“Look at me first.”
She hesitated but looked me straight in the eye, and I gave a slow nod and smiled as I picked up speed. I wanted to time my release to collide with hers. The sounds of our skin, our lungs both fighting for more oxygen, and the sexy moans that escaped from both of us was too much.
I released her legs and dove into her neck as we both let go and gave in.
She wrapped herself around me like an anchor as she bucked and screamed her way through her orgasm. The power of my own was almost too much for my knees. I pushed in deeper, leaning all my weight into her pelvis, wanting—no, needing—to get deeper. I didn’t remember coming down, but somehow, I did.