I want more tonight.
I’m ready.
As soon as I shake my head no, his lips come down on mine. His hand finds the nape of my neck, holding me in place as his tongue begs entrance to my mouth. He moans as I push my body against his, his other hand finding my hip. Walking me backwards until we hit my bedroom door, he lifts me up so my legs are wrapped around him.
“Are you sure?” he asks as he lays me back on my bed.
“Yes, I’m sure,” I reply, distracted as I try to unbutton his pants. He catches my hand in his and waits until he has my full attention.
“I want you to be sure, Giselle. If you will regret this …”
I look into his eyes, letting him know how serious I am. “I won’t regret this. I want this so bad.”
“How bad?” he asks in a deep rumble.
“Why don’t you have a look for yourself?” I reply sultrily.
He instantly slides down my silk shorts, a choked sound leaving his throat when he sees I’m not wearing any panties. He kisses my stomach, right above my belly button, then slides my top up. I raise my arms so he can get it over my head, leaving me completely bare before him. I try to see myself as he would be right now: br**sts a little more than a handful, tattoos covering my arms and scripture on my ribs. Pale skin, a small waist that flares into wider hips and strong thighs, thanks to kickboxing.
“Beautiful,” he breathes out, eyes roving over every inch of me. My face flushes at his perusal, but I hold my ground and don’t attempt to cover myself up, even though the lamp is on in the room, and he can clearly see everything.
“Your turn,” I whisper.
He pauses for a second, as if he doesn’t want to take his eyes off me, but then starts to lift his t-shirt off. I take in every rippled muscle. The valley between his pecs begs to be licked, and I plan to oblige. I could never get sick of this view. I like it—a lot.
“And the pants,” I manage to get out, still staring at his six-pack of spectacular abs.
He undoes his button, and my eyes don’t leave his hands. The sound of the zipper lowering fills the room, then his jeans are pulled down his powerful thighs. He kicks them off, and allows me to stare at him, his lips twitching.
He’s amazing.
He climbs onto the bed on his knees, bracing himself over me. When he lowers himself and kisses me, I close my eyes and just feel.
The kisses soon turn desperate, and his hands start to wander. His mouth lowers and finds my ni**les, concentrating on one and then the other. I reach down and hold him with my hand, arching my hips up, silently begging for him to enter me.
“No rush,” he admonishes gently as he starts to kiss down my stomach.
Okay, I do like where this is going.
At the first lick, I can’t stop the moan that bursts from my mouth. How long has it been? Too f**king long. And now it’s with Tane again. Nothing could be better than this—with him.
My hands thread through his hair and my head falls back against the pillow. To begin with, his licks are tantalisingly slow, but he slowly increases the speed.
“Tane,” I whisper when I’m almost there. So close. He sucks on my clit and I explode, calling out his name as waves of pleasure take over me.
As I come back to myself, Tane leans over me once more, wiping his hand over his mouth and staring down at me.
I smile up at him, feeling relaxed and content.
“My turn,” I suddenly say, rolling over him and licking my lips.
He makes a deep sound in his throat as I take him into my mouth. Relaxing my throat, I slide him in and out until he gently pushes my head away.
“I need to be inside you,” he rasps, sitting up and pushing me back on the bed. “Condom?”
“I’m on the pill,” I tell him.
“I’m clean,” he says, as he slides home, making me moan. He’s big and fills me, pleasure bordering the line of pain.
“Are you okay?” he asks, restraining himself.
“Yes, please,” I beg, needing him to move inside me. He instantly complies, thrusting his hips in and out in sensual rhythm.
“You feel so good,” he grits out, bracing his arms over me.
I pull his head down and kiss him with everything I have.
We finish together, panting and entangled. He kisses my forehead sweetly and then pulls out. I smile, my eyelids heavy, and snuggle into his body.
“Now that’s how you make love.” I sigh.
His chuckle makes my smile widen.
Chapter Nineteen
Tane
I wake her up with my mouth on her, then slide into her and make love to her slowly. Last night was incredible. I lost count how many times I reached for her in the night, wanting—no, needing to be inside of her.
She wasn’t complaining.
“Morning,” she mumbles sweetly after we both orgasm, a satisfied smile on her face as I gently pull out of her.
“Morning beautiful,” I say as I stare down at her. Even just as she wakes, she is stunning. I don’t think I’ve ever thought that of another woman before.
“I hope you’re not that insatiable every night,” she says, lip twitching.
I kiss her. “I don’t remember you complaining.”
She wraps her arms around my neck. “That’s because I wasn’t.”
“I’ll go make breakfast,” I whisper against her swollen pink lips. “You can relax for a bit.”
“Okay,” she replies, kissing me first, then rolling over and burying her face in the pillow.