Page 67 of Their Stormy Reunion

“No,” she protested. “I want to do this for you.”

“If you keep that up, I won’t be of any use to you,” I teased. “Arms up.” She obeyed me blindly, and I pulled her tank off her body. Dropping that, I then knelt in front of her, pulled off her sleep shorts, and spread her thighs.

I took a deep breath and smelled her apple body wash mixed in with the heavenly scent of her musk. So good. I couldn’t wait another second. I parted her folds. Wet, pink perfection. I had to take just a moment to stare. I shuddered at the lush beauty laid out before me. It was like a banquet. God, I needed a taste.

Fallon began to squirm. I moved my hands to her hips in order to hold her in place but immediately remembered her bruise.

“Stay still,” I murmured against her inner thigh as I placed one, then two kisses against her satiny flesh.

She squirmed again, then I placed my hand on her soft belly, loving how it felt compared to my more muscled body. As soon as she settled, I helped myself to one long, slow lick.

She tasted so good. So very, very good. She was squirming again, but I gave up trying to stop her, because now she was lifting to get closer to me. Using my thumbs, I opened her up even more and pierced her core with my tongue.

“Michael,” she shrieked.

She liked that.

I did it again and again.

When her fingernails dug into my scalp, I felt like I had won an award. I moved to take her clit between my lips and suck it while laving it with my tongue, then I pushed two fingers inside her and she screamed. I think it was my name, but I couldn’t make it out.

I was pretty sure she had one more orgasm in her, so I crooked my fingers, and found the right spot inside her and grazed against it.

“It’s too much,” she wailed.

I circled her clit with my tongue.

“It’s too much,” she whimpered again.

I continued to rub inside her, then I rasped her clit with my teeth and she let out a much softer cry, but this one sounded more joyous.

As I positioned her onto the bed, determining how I could take her without hurting her shoulder, arm or ankle, I pushed a pillow under her hips, then cocked out her left knee so that she was spread for my entry.

“Oh yes,” she murmured. She reached out to touch me to guide me home, but she winced.

“Let me run the show, Fallon. I don’t want you to be hurt.”

“You could never hurt me,” she said as she looked up at me. Her eyes were glazed with passion. If she’d said that, I knew she was out of her mind with want.

“I won’t hurt you again, I promise.”

“Now, Michael. I need you so much.”

I pressed my length inside Fallon’s body, and once again I felt a sense of homecoming. I nuzzled her neck with kisses. I whispered endearments and praised her beauty and kindness.

“Move,” she begged.

I did, slowly and surely, I savored each movement as I revelled in her tight clasp. But all too soon, I felt the fire shoot down to my lower back, like lava. I was so close.

“Yes love, come for me,” she whispered.

That wasn’t good enough. She needed to come with me.

Sweat burst across my lower back, as she clenched around me. Nothing. Not one thing, had ever felt better than Fallon’s lush flesh clamping down on me. I watched her closely and saw she was reaching for her pleasure again. I swiped my thumb against the tip of one of her breasts and she arched up.

She was going to burn me alive.

“Michael,” she cried out. I saw tears drip down her temples as I buried myself deep inside her, our bodies twisting together, trying to get even closer. I yelled out my release the same time as she did, and still we pressed against one another, as if we were trying to wring out that last bit of pleasure that we could from one another.