Where We Meet Again, стр. 74
He grips each cheek of my ass in a palm and squeezes them one after the other, doing some exploring of his own. “Your pussy smells divine.” In one unhurried stroke, he flattens his tongue and licks me from my clit, over the entrance to my pussy, not stopping until he swirls it over my ass.
My entire body bucks, completely out of my control to stop it. That’s all the affirmation he needs to keep going. Over and over he traces the path. Beneath him, I’m a quivering mess. “Please,” I beg at the deliberate torture. “I need you to fuck me.”
In response, Law dips his middle finger into my soaked pussy. It isn’t what I want, but it’s a start. I rock against his thick digit. His tongue joins his finger in overwhelming me with sensation. I’m on the brink, panting and writhing against him. He withdraws his finger, plunges his tongue deep, and sinks his now-slick finger into my ass.
A scream tears from me as I come, throbbing around his finger and his tongue. If I’d been capable of thinking, I would have thought I scared the birds out of their nests. Good thing we don’t have neighbors.
Law doesn’t delay in taking what he needs as I come down. Wiping his mouth where my thigh meets my cheek, he rises to his knees, positions his cock, and drives in, all without removing his finger.
Harsh breaths and groans of pleasure erupt between us as we lose ourselves. Each time it gets better and hotter and deeper than the last. Years of lost intimacy compounds into a love making so sweet it nearly hurts. I give what he needs, and he takes what I offer, as the sound of our flesh slapping rings out in the early morning silence.
“Your pussy’s sweet, Cami, but I can’t get enough of filling your ass.” As if to prove a point, he strokes his finger inside me, rubbing it along the thin wall of skin separating it from his cock. I whimper when nerves electrify and something deep inside deliciously clenches.
“I can’t wait until you let me take your ass with my cock.”
My head flies back on a moan, and my body trembles as another orgasm rocks through me.
“I’m right there with you,” Law grinds out, removing his finger to grip my hips and slam into me once, twice, before the rhythmic throb of him coming fills me. My name falls from his lips, and his forehead touches my back.
“I love you, Cami,” he confesses earnestly, a tremor threading his tone. One arm wraps around me, and he strokes the back of my hand with his. Curling my fingers, I thread them through his and press them together into the pillows. My grip is so tight it has to hurt, but he never lets on. He just keeps speaking into my back. “I love you. I’ll love you tomorrow and fifty years from now. I’ve loved you for the past fourteen. I fell in love with you when we were kids and I stole your first kiss on that hill, and I won’t ever stop.”
It takes everything in me not to cry as I tell him the words I’ve wanted to say for so long. “I love you, too, Law. Yesterday, today, forever.”
He slides out of me, and we both drop to our sides facing one another. “Yesterday, today, forever,” he repeats.
We keep warm beneath the blankets, soaking one another in until the moment passes. I know it’s gone when a gust blows across the exposed skin of my face, and I mutter, “It’s going to be shitty climbing out of here to get dressed.”
“That’s what I’m here for.” He leans in and kisses my forehead. Then he dives beneath the blankets.
I giggle, watching the shape of his body move around and feeling his playful touches. A kiss on my knee, a stroke on the bottom of my foot, his teeth against my hip, his tongue tasting the side of my ribs. I’m torn between getting my clothes on and shoving his head back down to play for a while.
“Are you a magician?” I ask as he emerges fully dressed. Well, sort of. I snort as he crawls to the end of the tailgate and notice his boxer briefs hanging out of his back pocket. He winks at me and tugs on his boots without lacing them.
After starting the truck, he climbs back up, scoops me and the sleeping bag into his arms, and runs with me to the passenger door.
“Get dressed in the warmth.” Depositing me in my seat, he kisses me tenderly, and slams the door.
Crinkling comes from behind me as he covers the truck bed with the tarp. I’m dressed when he finally joins me in the warm truck.
“We’re going back to your house, and you’re going to make room in your closet for my stuff.”
I lift an eyebrow. “You think so, huh? Moving out of your fancy place?”
“Found a better one,” he grunts to disguise a laugh.
His comment reminds me of something I want to ask him earlier. “Can I ask you something?”
“Yeah?” Even though the radio is nearly silent, he reaches over and turns the dial completely off.
“When did you buy the land for the house?” The nagging feeling won’t leave until I know. How, in a few short months, did he not only find the perfect location, but had an architect draw plans to my ultimate dream house, all while we were mostly at each other’s throats? And why?
“The day after the coffee shop,” he returns without hesitation.
I cover my mouth with a shaky hand. “What?”
“Told myself at the time it was for me, but I think deep down I always knew it was for you. Saw you and knew I wouldn’t leave without giving us the shot we deserved.