Page 61 of Monk

I rolled her nipple gently between my thumb and forefinger, feeling it stiffen further, feeling her body begin to wake beneath my touch. My cock throbbed against her ass, desperate for her, but I forced myself to go slow. This wasn’t about me. This was about her. About showing her that I could be tender. That I could cherish her.

I kissed down the side of her neck, my tongue tracing the line of her pulse, tasting the sweetness of her skin. She moaned softly, her hand coming up to tangle in my hair, holding me to her. “John,” she breathed, her voice still sleepy but laced with need.

“I’m here,” I whispered against her throat. “I’m right here, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

My hand slid from her breast down over the soft curve of her belly, my fingers splaying wide, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my palm. I could feel her breathing quicken, could feel the way her body was beginning to respond to my touch as I kissed along her shoulder blade, my lips trailing over the smooth expanse of her back, and slid my hand lower, over her hip, down to the apex of her thighs.

She was still wet. Still slick with my cum and her own arousal. The evidence of what we had done earlier coated her inner thighs, and I groaned softly against her skin, my cock pulsing with need. “You’re so wet for me,” I whispered, my fingers sliding through the slickness, teasing her entrance. “So fucking perfect.”

She gasped, her hips rocking back against my hand, seeking more. “Please,” she whispered, her voice breathy and desperate.

“Please, what, baby?” I murmured, my fingers circling her entrance but not entering, teasing her. “Tell me what you want.”

“You,” she breathed. “I want you.”

“You have me,” I said, my lips brushing against her ear. “You’ve always had me, Lina. From the moment I met you. You’ve owned me.” I slid one finger inside her, feeling the tight, wet heat of her pussy clenching around me, and she moaned, her entire body trembling.

Fuck, she felt incredible.

I added a second finger, pumping slowly, feeling her inner walls flutter around me, feeling the way her body responded to every touch, every stroke. “That’s it,” I whispered, my voice rough with desire. “Let me feel you, baby. Let me feel how much you want this.”

She was rocking back against my hand now, her breathing ragged, her body chasing the pleasure I was giving her.

I curled my fingers inside her, finding that spot that made her cry out, and stroked it gently, rhythmically, feeling her body begin to tighten.

“John,” she gasped, her hand gripping my wrist, holding me to her. “Oh God, John.”

“Not yet,” I murmured, withdrawing my fingers and hearing her whimper of protest. “I want to be inside you when you come. I want to feel this perfect pussy come around my cock.”

I positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my cock sliding through her slickness, teasing her. She was so wet, so ready for me as I pushed inside slowly, inch by inch, feeling her body stretch to accommodate me, feeling the tight, wet heat of her pussy enveloping my cock.

Jesus Christ.She felt like heaven. Like coming home. Like everything I ever wanted wrapped around me.

She gasped softly, her body tensing for a moment before relaxing back against me, her inner walls fluttering around my cock as she adjusted to the intrusion. “Fuck, Lina,” I groaned, my forehead pressing against her shoulder, my entire bodytrembling with the effort of holding still. “You feel so fucking good. So tight. So perfect.”

I was buried to the hilt inside her, our bodies joined completely, and I held still for a moment, just feeling her, just savoring the sensation of being inside her again.

“Move,” she whispered, her voice desperate. “Please, John. Move.”

I started to move.

Slow. Leisurely. Reverently. Each thrust was deliberate, measured, designed to make her feel every inch of me. I wasn’t trying to claim her this time. I was trying to cherish her as I pulled almost all the way out, feeling the drag of her inner walls against my cock, before sliding back in slowly, deeply, filling her completely.

She moaned, her hand reaching back to grip my hip, her nails digging into my skin. “Yes,” she breathed. “Just like that. God, just like that.”

I set a slow, steady rhythm, my hips rocking against her ass, my cock sliding in and out of her with deliberate slowness. My hand slid from her hip up to cup her breast again, my thumb brushing over her nipple, feeling it harden beneath my touch. “You’re so beautiful,” I whispered against her neck, my lips trailing over her skin. “So fucking beautiful, Lina. I could spend the rest of my life just looking at you and never get tired of it.”

She turned her head, her eyes meeting mine over her shoulder—dark, wet, filled with an emotion I couldn’t name. “John.”

“I love you,” I said, my words spilling out before I could stop them. “I love you, Lina. I’ve always loved you. Even when I hated you. I never stopped loving you.”

Her breath caught, and I felt her body tense, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she reached back and cupped my face,her thumb brushing over my cheekbone. “I love you too,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I never stopped. Not once.”

I kissed her then, turning her head so I could capture her mouth with mine, pouring everything I felt into that kiss, all the love, all the regret, all the desperate need to make things right. She kissed me back just as fiercely, her tongue sliding against mine, her hand tangling in my hair as I kept moving inside her, kept thrusting slowly, deeply, feeling her body respond to every stroke.

My hand slid from her breast down over the soft curve of her belly, down to the swollen nub of her clit, and I circled it gently, slowly, feeling her body jolt at the contact, feeling her inner walls clench around my cock.

“Oh God,” she gasped against my mouth, breaking the kiss. “John.”