Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
“Kiss me.” I barely get the words past my lips and his mouth is on mine as it all comes flooding back.
Chapter 17
Jonas
I ravage her mouth, trying to make up for the past three years in one kiss. I nip at her lips, soothe the bites with sweeps of my tongue. My hands pull at her shirt. I need it off. I need her skin touching mine, her softness melting into my hardness. My cock throbs angrily and anxiously in my pants.
“Touch me like you used to,” she gasps when we separate long enough to pull her shirt over her head.
I freeze.
Touch me like you use to?
“What’s wrong?” She pulls me down, wriggling her lithe body to get closer.
“You remember?” I cup her face.
She makes a face, her adorable nose wrinkling and her eyes half closing. “Do we have to talk about this now? I’m dying here.”
Okay, so am I, but this seems pretty damn important. “What do you remember?”
“All of it. All of it, baby.” She smooths a hand down my cheek. “I didn’t run away. I wouldn’t run away from you. I love you, Jonas.”
Relief floods me. “I love you, too.”
“Good. Let’s have sex then. I’m horny. It’s been three years.”
The laugh that erupts from my chest is one that I’ve never experienced before. It’s part relief, part pure joy, and part unrelieved lust. “Three years for me, too.”
“I never doubted you.” Her eyes sparkle and her hand dips down to grab me. “We can talk about all that later, but, right now, I want you inside of me.”
“Say no more.” I rip at her clothes, literally. Her pants tear in my rush to get her naked. Pants, socks, underwear, shirts go flying, and soon we’re skin to skin. I trail my mouth down the column of her neck, kiss the hollow of her collarbone, and latch on to one hard nipple. Her fingers thread through my hair. The light nail scratches against my scalp send shivers down my spine. I can’t believe she’s back in my arms. I probably cling too hard. My kisses are too harsh. My hands are too rough, but this is a second chance I never thought I would have and I can’t slow down.
I remember that the underside of her breasts are sensitive. I pay extra close attention there. She likes touches against her wrist. I rub a thumb along the vein as I suck on her tit and am rewarded with a long, happy sigh. I move lower, dipping my tongue into her belly button before greeting her pussy.
She’s soaked. The insides of her thighs glisten. I lap at the moisture, not wanting to waste a single drop of her essence. She parts her legs but I shove them wider, hooking a knee over each shoulder. With two hands under her ass, I bring her sex to my mouth.
She throws back her head, arching her back like some kind of wild siren on the sea. Her cunt tastes like a goddess’ nectar—tangy and sweet and mine.
“I love you. I’m sorry,” she gasps. “I’m sorry I forgot.”
My heart clenches. I draw back so I can wipe at her wet eyes. “Baby, don’t. It wasn’t your fault.”
“I shouldn’t have.”
“I should’ve found you.”
“No. It’s—“
I cut her off with my mouth. There’s no point in going backward. No point in pointing fingers and parceling out blame. What matters is that we’re together now and nothing will separate us. I kiss her again until the salty stream of tears stop and are replaced with shallow panting gasps. Then I return to her cunt so I can eat at her until she’s shaking and the heels of her feet bang against my back. She writhes in my grasp, trying to escape my marauding tongue when she grows ultra-sensitive, but I don’t give in. I know I can push her to a higher level of pleasure. I want her mindless, begging for me. Once my cock is inside of her, I won’t be able to stop. She makes high-pitched incoherent noises which I take as encouragement. Using my tongue and teeth, I drink at her fountain until I can’t wait another moment.
I rear up and arrow my heavy cock into her dripping wet cunt. She screams out, loud enough to wake Jax. I take her mouth then, swallowing all her sounds as I pound into her. Again, I’m not gentle and I lack finesse, but how could I be smooth and practiced in this moment? It’s like our first time when we were driven by love and lust. All that matters is that my hard, swollen shaft is engulfed inside her small, tight channel and that my mouth is on hers, feeding her the air she needs to survive.
Her nails score across my back and the pain only propels me harder. She’ll be bruised later. She might not be able to walk tomorrow, but I’m determined to fuck her until she feels me every time she moves, until the memory of me can’t ever be taken from her.