Kiss Me Like This
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Still kissing her, he slid his arms around her shoulders and beneath her legs, then lifted her. He felt her smile against his mouth, loved the soft sound of her happiness as she laughed in his arms while he carried her over to the bed. But after he laid her down and finally slid the lace from her hips and down her legs, never once did his gaze leave her eyes. Not until she put her hand over his and slid it up her bare thigh to her hip bone.
Knowing that she was finally giving him permission to touch her made him feel like his heart was going to rip out of his chest, it was beating so hard. “Show me,” he begged her. “Show me what you want. Show me what you need.”
His name was on her lips as she slid both of their hands over her sex. The moment he caressed her slick, hot flesh, her breath left her lungs in a hard rush, her free arm clinging tightly to him as she buried her face in the crook of his neck.
“So soft.” He barely knew what he was saying, just that he had to tell her what touching her like this did to him. “So wet.” He had to slide one finger down over her once, then twice, then a third time. “So perfect.”
She pulled him even more tightly against herself, trembling from the force of trying to get closer to his hand as he stroked her. “I’ve dreamt of you coming for me,” he whispered against her ear. “Of how you’d sound. Of how you’d feel.” He nipped at her earlobe. “And of how you’d beg me to make you just keep coming, again and again and again.”
“Oh God. I feel—” She didn’t finish her sentence, but the way she opened her thighs even wider for him, then bucked up into his touch, told him exactly how she was feeling.
Tangling his free hand in her hair, he pulled her head back, gently, but far enough that her eyes met his. “I need to see you,” he ground out from lungs that felt like they’d never be able to take in enough oxygen ever again. At least not when Serena’s naked body was wrapped around his. “I need to know that everything I do, that everything we do together, feels good.”
“Good,” she gasped against his lips a beat before he covered hers to pour all of his pent-up, barely controlled need into a kiss. “So, so good.”
Her eyes were dilated nearly to black when he finally allowed himself to slip one finger inside.
“Oh!” The sound caught in her throat, and broke into several pieces as he slowly moved over her clitoris, then just as slowly slid back inside. “Oh God.”
He built the rhythm as deliberately as he could given his wild, insane need to make her come apart beneath him. Soon, she was rocking against him, growing even wetter, even hotter, so that he almost forgot to be careful, almost forgot not to tear off his own clothes and just take.
But he would never let himself forget that this morning was about Serena. About showing her pleasure. And even more important, proving to her that she could trust him—that she wasn’t wrong to have forgiven him for doing and saying all the wrong things.
Between the breathy little sounds she was making and the way her inner muscles were clenching around his finger, he knew she was close. Brushing back the hair from her face, he cupped her cheek gently in one hand as he played over her with the other.
“Come for me, beautiful.”
Her eyes had fluttered nearly closed before they suddenly flared open with so much pleasure that it floored him to watch her give herself over so completely, so incredibly, not just to her climax...but, amazingly, to him, too.
Everything was perfect, and Serena felt like nothing bad could ever happen to her again. Not when she was feeling like this, all softly melting and brilliantly sparkling at the same time.
And still...there was more. More she wanted. More she needed to finally experience.
She’d been naked plenty of times in her life as she changed backstage at fashion shows, and while designers had pinned and draped fabric over her. Her mother had always been there to watch the proceedings like a hawk, so there had never been the slightest bit of sexuality to her nakedness while she worked. On the contrary, she’d always felt as if she was no different than a plastic mannequin standing cold and lifeless while waiting for someone to dress her in the latest fashions for a display window.
Being naked with Sean was a revelation. He looked at her with so much heat, and with seemingly unquenchable, never-ending need. He couldn’t keep his hands off her as he stroked and caressed, so sweetly gentle and then perfectly rough just when she needed him to be. And when his tongue had slicked across her nipple and he’d drawn her in between his lips?
Delicious shivers wracked her body as arousal set up high and heavy in her bloodstream just from remembering how good it felt. Her eyes were still closed but she could feel his fingertips lightly dancing over her eyelids, then down the bridge of her nose and over her lips and neck, until he laid his large palm flat between her br**sts, right where her heart was still beating so fast for him.
She knew he was probably concerned about having pushed her too far. But didn’t he know that he shouldn’t have one single thing to worry about right now on her behalf? Not when she felt better than she ever had in her entire life.
“That was—” She was about to say amazing, but the word didn’t sound right in her head. What they’d just shared, what Sean had just shown her, was so far beyond amazing that all the seven-letter word did was make it sound trite, rather than the most beautiful, wonderful, incredible thing that had ever happened to her.
So instead of trying to find the right words, she opened her eyes, smiled, and kissed him.
She kissed him to show him how much she loved him, even though she was scared to say it so soon.
She kissed him to tell him just how good he’d made her feel.
She kissed him as an open invitation to taking all of her, body and soul, with nothing held back anymore.
“Make love to me, Sean.”
She whispered the words between kisses. And when he groaned and kissed her back, she didn’t let herself overthink things, just reached for the button of his jeans to strip away the denim barrier between them. But just as he had when she’d been about to take off her own clothes, he put his hand over hers to still it.