Page 91 of Until Joy

“I want to taste you,” I murmured against her throat. “I want to make you fall apart with my mouth.”

Her breath caught. “Yes.”

I took my time with her jeans, kissing each inch of skin as I revealed it. Her belly, the curve of her hip, the sensitive spot just below her navel that made her gasp and arch beneath me. By the time I had her completely bare, she was trembling with need.

“So beautiful.” I settled between her thighs, inhaling the sweet scent of her arousal. “Look at you, baby. So wet for me already.”

The first stroke of my tongue had her crying out, her hands fisting in my hair. I'd gone down on her before, but this felt different. Sacred. This time I was worshipping at the altar of the woman I loved.

I took my time, exploring every fold and hollow, using every bit of knowledge I’d already accumulated, to make her moan and beg. When I found her clit and circled it with my tongue, her whole body went taut as a bowstring.

“Graham, oh God, there, right there.”

I sealed my lips around that sensitive bundle of nerves and sucked gently, feeling her thighs shake on either side of my head. She was close, so fucking close, and I wanted to push her right over the edge.

Two fingers slid inside her tight heat, and I curved them to find that spot that made her see stars. Her back arched off the ground, a broken sob escaping her lips.

“Come for me, baby. Let me hear you.”

She shattered with my name on her lips, her inner walls clenching around my fingers as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. I worked her through it, gentling my touches as she came down from the high, pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs.

When she finally went limp beneath me, her chest rising and falling in rapid pants, I crawled up her body to capture her lips in a deep kiss. She could taste herself on my tongue, and the knowledge seemed to inflame her all over again.

“I need you inside me.” Her voice was rough with desire, her hands already working at my belt. “Please, Graham. I need to feel you.”

I'd never moved so fast in my life. My wallet hit the ground beside us as I fumbled for the condom I kept there, my hands shaking with the intensity of my need for her. Joy watched me roll it on, her blue eyes dark with want.

“I love you,” she whispered as I settled between her thighs.

“I love you, too.” I lined myself up at her entrance, feeling her wet heat kiss the tip of my cock. “Forever.”

I entered her slowly, savoring every inch as her body welcomed me home.

When I was fully seated inside her, I stilled, overwhelmed by the perfection of the moment. The woman I loved was beneath me, around me, her body joined with mine as the last rays of sunlight painted the sky in shades of pink and gold.

“Move,” she breathed against my ear. “Please.”

I began to rock into her, each thrust deliberate and deep. There was no rush, no urgency beyond the need to show her with my body what my words couldn't fully express. This was love in its purest form.

Joy met me stroke for stroke, her legs wrapping around my waist to pull me deeper. The sounds she made were music to my ears, soft moans and whispered endearments that drove me higher than I'd ever been.

“I'm close,” she gasped, her nails digging into my back.

“Let go, baby. I've got you.”

She came with a cry that echoed across the hills, her body clenching around me like a velvet fist. The sensation pushed me over the edge, and I buried my face in her neck as my own climax tore through me with devastating force.

For long moments afterward, we lay entwined in the gathering dusk, neither of us willing to break the spell. Joy's fingers traced lazy patterns on my chest, and I pressed kisses to her temple, breathing in the scent of her hair.

“That was,” she began, then trailed off with a contented sigh.

“Yeah.” I rolled to my side and pulled her against me, not caring that we were naked on a hillside. “It was.”

She looked up at me, her eyes bright with unshed tears. “I never knew it could be like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like coming home.”