Page 53 of Not a Strong Enough Word

Raising an eyebrow in challenge, she smiles, then gasps as she pinches her peaked nipple again. “You can still watch.”

How could I ever say no to this woman? I don’t want to, that’s for sure, so I step closer to the bed as she turns her head toward me.

“Open,” I tell her, and she does. Gripping the base, I feed her the tip. Her hot, wet tongue works over me, and my knees almost give way.

“Fuck.” I breathe out. “Is this what you like? Your mouth around me while you fuck your fingers?”

She nods, moaning around me. Her hips start to move, writhing erratically as her fingers go deeper. The hand that was playing with her breasts snakes down to circle her clit now, and it doesn’t take long before her little sounds of pleasure grow louder. I step back, and she releases me with a pop as her skin flushes a stunning pink and her body shakes with the force of her orgasm.

I missed this—watching her come apart for me.

“Do you want to come on me?” she asks as she comes down from her high, those blue eyes lazily making their way up to meet mine again.

“No,” I say. “I’d rather be inside you, Scarlett.”

She bites her lip and nods, a fire behind her blue eyes. “Do you have a condom?”

I lean over to take my wallet out of my back pocket. Sending a little gratitude up that I took the lesson about always having a condom just in case, I pull it out and toss it onto the bed. It lands next to her head, and the doubt vanishes as she lets out a little giggle.

The foil wrapping of the condom crinkles as I tear it open and cast it aside. Scarlett takes it and scrambles to her knees so she can roll it over me. Unable to keep my hands off of her while she strokes me sensually, I tangle my fingers into her hair and pull.

“Oh god,” she moans, her hand working me between us.

“See? I’m a fast learner.” I cup one of her breasts, gently at first, then pinch just like she did. “You like this.”

“I do. I need—” She gasps as I pull her hair again. “I need to feel things everywhere.”

Cupping my hand between her legs, I slide a finger inside her wet heat. “Like here?”

“Mm-hmm.” Her eyes close as she rests her head on my shoulder.

“Here?” I drag my finger closer to me until it touches her clit. Still sensitive, she cries out.

Teasing her with small, little circles, I kiss down her jaw and over her breasts. When I pull her nipple into my mouth, she makes a sound that could only be described as pure desire.

“I’m yours,” she promises. “I always have been.”

You always will be, I want to remind her, but I stop myself before I say it aloud.

She lies back on the bed again, and I hover over her. We both take a moment to drink in the sight of each other, naked with our desire visibly written on our bodies. Mine, an aching and pulsing hardness. Hers, a slick wetness that coats me as I drag my cock through her heat. Her hand skates up and over my chest. It lands on top of my still-pounding heart.

I’m going to combust if I’m not inside her for one second longer. I rest my forearm next to her head, my hand nestled in the silky strands of her hair, as I guide myself to her entrance. In one desperate thrust, I’m inside her. She lets out a sound that’s somewhere between a whimper and a sigh of relief.

I stop, trying to read her expression. “Are you okay, beautiful?” I ask, stroking her hair and kissing her jaw.

“Yes.” She nods emphatically. “Yes. I forgot, is all. It’s you.”

“It’s me,” I reassure her as I press inside another inch. “This okay?”

“Mm-hmm.” Her blue eyes meet mine, clear desire burning in them. “More.” Her legs fall open even further, giving me the access I need. Unable to resist, I shift again so I’m fully seated inside her. The moan that falls from my lips is positively indecent.

Leaning back, I shift so I’m sitting on my knees. I cup under Scarlett’s legs and bring her closer to me. She arches her back, giving me a perfect view of her breasts.

“Open your legs wider, beautiful,” I coax her. “That’s it. Perfect.”

I touch her where we’re joined, coating my finger in her wetness, then use that finger to circle her exactly the way she did.

“Yes. Oh my god, yes,” she says as she rocks her hips back and forth.