Spider
I KISS HER SOFTLY, AS if we’re on a first date, tasting her with reverence, my lips claiming hers so excruciatingly slow, as if saying, You can pull away at any time.
I don’t want to scare her.
My emotions are incredibly fierce at this moment, hot with need, and I have to hold myself back from crushing her in my arms.
I breathe her in, my hand encircling her neck and tugging her closer, until all I can think, smell, want is her.
“Spider,” she whispers between small kisses down my neck, her teeth scraping across my collarbone, making me hiss, my cock already hard as steel.
I groan, my hand slipping under her shirt and palming her breast, my fingers tweaking her nipple.
“We shouldn’t,” she says as I raise her shirt up to her shoulders.
I tilt her chin up and stare into her eyes. “There’s nothing wrong with the way I feel about you and how I think you feel about me, but this is your decision. I want you. I want you so much that I can’t breathe.”
She closes her eyes, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes open.
“Just tell me to stop and I will.” My thumb runs across her lower lip. “You say the word and I’ll never kiss these lips again. We can go on pretending and tiptoeing around each other when we both fucking know that this heat between us is something we can’t ignore forever. Fate has other plans. She wants this. Do you want it?”
A slow blush starts up her neck. “Yes.”
My hand winds in her hair and I tug her face back to mine. “Then let me show you how much I want you.”
I kiss her again, harder this time, my teeth and tongue owning hers.
She pants, one hand threading through my hair to grasp my skull, tugging on me while her other pulls at my pajama bottoms, slipping inside and underneath my silk boxers to grasp my cock.
I ease away from her with a small laugh and lay her back against the pillows, my eyes devouring her. “You’re gonna make me blow too soon, love.”
“That’s okay. We can always go again.” She shimmies out of her shirt and kicks her panties off, making me groan.
She’s in a hurry, and I suspect it’s because, like me, she’s in the moment and afraid of this thing between us disappearing.
Tall and toned with perfectly sized breasts that make my mouth water, she’s the epitome of the female form in my eyes. She always has been.
I shove down my pants and boxers and kick them out of the way.
Her eyes go right to the rod that’s straight up.
“I know, it’s formidable.”
She giggles.
“What’s so funny?” I say, looking down at it.
“Nothing. It’s just . . . I’ve waited so long, and I’m nervous . . .” Her voice trails off.
I reach down and palm her head, kissing her. “Me too. I feel like a teenager with you.”
She leans over and takes me into her mouth, her hand pumping my shaft as she explores me with long licks, pushing down with her lips until I feel the tightness of her throat.
I toss my head back, not prepared as she works me over, sending my heart into overtime as she sucks me off. “Fuck . . . Rose.”
She moans, humming against me, and I let her suck me down a few more times before I pull away.
I want to taste her . . . be inside her.
I ease her back to the quilt and kiss her again. She cranes upward, wanting more as I move down her body, not stopping until she’s spread out in front of me. My lips explore her, the bend in her knee, the curve of her hips, the slope of her neck. Part of me wants to take her hard because it feels like I’ve waited forever, but the other side of me wants to be gentle. I don’t know which one is going to win.
I roll her over to her side and pay special attention to the tattoo at the top of her back, the one with my old number inside the butterfly. My tongue traces the outline, my lips brushing across her satin skin. Working my way around to her hip, my fingers slip inside her slit and finger her.
“You’re fucking wet, love.”
She moans as my mouth follows, tasting her. She calls my name and parts her legs wide, arching closer as I strum her, reaching for her G-Spot.
“You like?” I say against her center, my tongue toying with her clit.
“Don’t stop,” she murmurs, a hitch in her voice.
I can never deny her anything. I pulse my tongue over her, taking her nub and sucking hard as she screams my name and breaks apart, her walls clenching around the two fingers I have inside her.
She falls back against the pillows. “No one’s ever done that.”
My eyes flare, and fuck, I don’t want to say his name, but a million questions burn in my mind.
She looks down, obviously embarrassed. “I never wanted him to.”
I shove thoughts of him away and focus on her.
“We got a lot more to go.” I grin. “Do you have condoms?”
She nods and tells me where they are then I dash to get them. In ten seconds, I’m back inside the fort and her arms are open. “Took you long enough.”
I laugh and ease between her legs then flip us over, rolling her on top of me.
“What are you doing?” she says softly.
“This.” I spread her apart with my thumbs and seat her on my cock, groaning at the feel of her tightness against my dick as I slide inside. Yes. This.
She moans and arches her back as I hang on to her hips and pump. Her tits bounce with each thrust, nipples straining toward me, and I divide my lips between them, my tongue tasting her sweat, my nose inhaling her skin.
She’s beautiful.
She’s everything.
We work each other, my cock sliding nearly all the way out and then back in. The sound of our skin meeting is intoxicating, pushing me higher. She pants and cries out when I thrust harder, getting deeper, wanting every single inch to be encased by her. Everything fades away, and all I see is her.
I want to burn fast and hot.
She seems to have the same urgency, as if this moment might be our last.
I flip her on her back and slide back inside, the brief absence enough to make her gasp at the renewed contact. I take control, moving in and out of her, hard and fast. I hitch her leg up over my shoulder. More.
My free hand finds her pussy and plays with her clit, strumming her to the rhythm of my thrusts. “You’re mine,” I mutter hoarsely.
I bite her palm and grunt as I take her, the motion frenzied, more intense as she arches closer, her legs squeezing me in a vise.
“Always. Always. Always,” I say, my voice like gravel.
I push into her faster, feeling the tingle at the base of my spine. We fuck like animals, and I’m about to blow. Sweat drips down my face and lands on her breasts. “Come for me,” I push out, twisting on her nipple with my fingers.
Her eyes are wild as she comes apart again, her muscles milking my cock and sending me over into bliss with her.
With my heart still flying, I sag down next to her, my emotions all over the place. That was . . . fucking amazing.
She turns until we’re lying face to face, our legs intertwined. A worried expression flits across her face.
“What’s wrong?” I say, running my hand down her cheek.
She bites her lip. “Is it always like this with you? So . . . intense?”
Satisfaction fills me and I grin. “Best you ever had, huh?”
She rolls her eyes and pops me on the arm, making me grunt. It doesn’t hurt, of course, but I like making her smile.
“Maybe,” she admits as she props her head up with her elbow. “What about you? Was it the best?”
I grow serious as I stare into her eyes. “Everything is different with you. I’ve never had sex with someone I cared about, so yeah, it’s mind blowing. Hell, usually by now I’m dressed and out the door.” My heart squeezes. “I’m not leaving . . . unless you want me to.”