Page 84 of Yours, For Good

He used it as leverage to push his hard cock against my sex. "You want me to touch you? To make you feel good in your body?"

I nodded.

"Tell me, Nora. I need to see you want it. Hear you. If we're going to do this, your yes has to be fucking enthusiastic. Your moans have to be loud. Your hands greedy."

His eyes were blue fire on me. His voice was rough with his demands.

I rubbed myself against him. "Please, touch me."

One of his hands traced the curves of my waist, my stomach, my breast over my clothes. I sought his lips and he gave them to me like it was payback; his mouth was severe as he kissed me. Demanding like his fingers massaging me. Teasing like his thumb running over my nipple.

He groaned and pushed his erection on me, rolling his hips to tease me through layers of cotton. "I didn't think I could want like this. Now I'm here, yearning to touch every corner of you with my lips."

Our hips danced together as we sought more friction. Our breaths mingled, mouths near enough for another kiss. I bit his lip, he swallowed my mouth.

He lifted my skirt with deft fingers and made paths up and down my thighs. "Fuck, I'm so hard I can't see straight."

I kissed him again and palmed him through his jeans, the motion of my fingers echoing the way our tongues played with each other. The length of his cock reached toward his pocket. I dug my fingers into it and touched him through the thin liner.

He groaned. "Careful."

"Why? Are you in danger of coming in your pants if I keep touching you like this?"

"Yes." There was no shame in his response. "And it's not what this is about."

He took my hands and pushed me back on the reading chair. In a chaos of limbs and adjustments, I climbed up on the large cushions and him on me. He landed between my legs, pushing his erection into me again, kissing me heatedly again.

I unbuttoned his shirt and his chain fell to my chest in a blur. The metal, warm from his body, camouflaged itself on my skin— I didn't see what hung from it. Instead, I ran my fingers down his torso, around his waist, up his back. I locked my legs around him and moaned when he rubbed at an angle that reached my clit. He breathed in the sound and repeated the exact same movement once, twice, enough times I lost count in the intensifying sensation.

"More," I panted. "Please, more."

I dug my fingers into his flesh in a path down to his jeans. I undid his button, but he retreated before I could do anything else.

"I'm going to make you feel so good," he rasped.

He kissed my neck, my clavicles, the top of my breasts. His hands cupped me through the clothes. His mouth closed on a nipple, suckling through cotton. The fabric wet, he blew on it. A shiver had me curling my back.

His eyes studied me closely as one hand hooked around the edge of my shirt and bra, over the other breast.

"More…" was all I could say.

He pulled from the fabric slowly, still seeking my permission. I licked my lip and watched him pull down until my breast spilled free.

His sight traveled down and latched onto the puckered, brown tip. He licked his lips like his mouth had watered at the sight.

"Is this okay?" His voice sounded strangled to my ears. "Tell me you're okay with this."

"Take me how you want it, Javier."

In the next instant, he closed his mouth on it and groaned. My breath hitched. He pulled down on the clothes still covering the other breast and freed it too, using his fingers to play with my nipple.

My core twitched with the building sensations. My skin became hypersensitive, every nerve ending calling for his touch, screaming for his hands, his lips, his tongue. Like he could hear my body crying for him, he went lower down my body. His chain trailed behind him, a third path teasing my skin. He pulled up my shirt and kissed my tummy; he pulled up my skirt and nibbled through the thin shorts I wore underneath. Without missing a beat, he hooked his fingers on it and drew it down my legs right alongside my underwear.

"I'm so hungry for you," he rasped. "I need to taste you."

He kneeled upright between my calves. The chain I hadn't gotten to see hung openly from his neck now. A medal and a ring glinted from it.

Unconcerned, he threw my clothes behind him and climbed off the couch. Kneeling at its feet, he took my legs and pulled me to him.