The tightness gripping hold of my chest releases infinitesimally, unsure of the outcome, uncertain if this could still be goodbye. Stopping within a few inches of me, her warm breath grazes my neck as she looks up, her eyes glistening with tears. My nerve endings are completely aware of her presence, and I’m fighting every inch of my natural instinct to push aside that fucking T-shirt and bury myself deep inside her.
She places her hand over my heart and I know she can feel the frantic beat pulsating against it. My breath hitches at her touch and I’m unable to look away from the eyes which have haunted my life for what feels like forever. I cover her hand with mine and her fingers flex on my chest. The sensation almost undoes me. My body is screaming for her to touch me in the way only she knows how, and all my blood flows south to my traitorous cock.
“I’d forgive you for almost anything.”
That’s all I need to hear. I sweep her up and claim her mouth with mine. Walking blindly with her wrapped around me, I head out of the kitchen. I need to be with her—in her. Stopping at the foot of the stairs, I tear my mouth from hers. “Are you sure?” And I nod upstairs.
“I’m yours.”
The huskiness in her tone unravels my resolve. I slide her down my body and to her feet. If she’s coming up with me, she’s doing it because she truly wants to, not just because I carried her there. I hold out my hand to her, praying she takes it. When her small hand locks around mine, I walk her up the stairs.
When we reach my bedroom, I wrap her in my arms as she slides hers around my neck. She stands on her tiptoes and kisses me gently. It’s one small, tender kiss, but it removes any doubts circling my brain. My hands find the hem of the T-shirt and I fist it, using it as an anchor to pull her hard against me. She gasps at the contact with my hard shaft. My lips quirk into a cheeky smile. “Missed me?”
“You have no idea.” She breathes the words out in a whisper and they send ripples of pleasure through my taut body.
“If I’m too much, let me know. I don’t think I can be gentle.” I fist my hand into her hair. “Not this time.” I have to get the warning out there. I sure as hell don’t want to hurt her, but my balls are as blue as the midnight sky. Once I hit her sweet spot, there will be no going back.
“I told you before, Noah, I don’t need gentle. I just need you. Always only you.”
My mouth claims hers as my hands release the hem and snake down onto her thighs. In one slow movement, I graze my hands up them and up her sides, lifting the T-shirt to expose her. Her bare skin on my fingers sets every nerve in me on fire. She raises her arms to allow me to remove it. I throw the tee to the floor and it hits the pile of wet clothes from earlier. A reminder I’m now a dad. The woman in front of me is his mum. Together we make a family. My family.
I pull my eyes away from the pile and gaze in wonder at Lizzie. She’s the picture of perfection in underwear and chunky socks. I take her face between my hands. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
Her face flushes and I claim her mouth again, walking her back towards my bed. The backs of her legs hit the side and she falls onto it. I stand, mesmerised, and take in every inch of her. Perfect mounds of flesh erupt from her bra. Wayward hair splays out behind her. My gaze hones in on her satin-smooth skin. I can’t hold back any more. I need to be deep inside her.
One-handed, I rip off my own T-shirt and shrug down my underwear and joggers in one swift movement, using my feet to remove them. Lizzie’s eyes widen as she roams down my naked form and come to rest on my very hard, angry, pulsing cock. I palm it a few times and step forward as she sits up. Her hot mouth wraps around me in seconds and tremors run up my spine. My skin breaks out in goose bumps, completely hyperaware of her every touch.
Grasping my hand into her hair, I pull her off me. I’ll last about thirty milliseconds if she continues down that path. “Naked. Now,” I order, my voice raw.
“I’d forgotten how bossy you are.” She smiles innocently at me. She hasn’t forgotten at all.
I can’t play her game, not now. “I need to be buried up to my balls inside you, Lizzie. I need to feel that sweet pussy of yours squeezing the life out of my cock. Get your fucking clothes off. Now.”
Her chest rises and falls rapidly. She’s always loved my dirty mouth, which shocked the shit out of me. Removing the remaining items of clothing, she complies and positions herself in the middle of my bed. She runs her fingers along her glistening, enflamed lips, teasing me within an inch of blowing my load. I can’t wait any longer. I need to feel her skin on mine. Crawling onto the bed, I position myself between her thighs, trapping her hand between us.
“What are you doing, Mr. Hamilton?”
Her mischievous smile could light up my darkest hour. I rock my hips, ensuring to produce just enough pressure against her core. I know I’ve achieved my objective when she releases a low moan I feel all the way to my toes. The amusement on her face is replaced with pure, unadulterated desire. She’s never been more beautiful than she is now.
Leaning my weight on my forearms, I run my nose slowly down her delicate neck, taking in her arousing, sweet scent, placing feather-light kisses along the route back up. Her pulse increases in tempo as I breathe into her ear. “Exactly what you want.”
It’s all the answer she needs. She shudders beneath me, and her pelvis rises up to push against mine.
Taking my weight on one arm, I bring in the other, holding it flush against my side, and then reach between us. With a firm hand, I take hold of hers that’s still working her clit and pull it free. “That’s my job.” Her rainy day eyes remain mesmerised as I bring her fingers to my mouth and lazily wrap my tongue around each one. “Mmm, you taste like heaven,” I murmur softly against her hand.
I let go and she runs her fingers across the back of my head, pulling me closer. I take her mouth desperately, like a man who’s been deprived of air would take his first free breath. I’m rewarded with a sigh and her softening under my touch, as I nip and suck on her bottom lip. My hands roam down her body, touching, stroking, kneading, until I reach down into the valley of her legs. I tease a finger, then two, through her soaked and swollen lips, rubbing gently back and forth. She’s panting. Her hips begin to sway in time with my strokes, and I feel the frustration in her movements, desperately trying to gain the pressure I’m withholding just out of reach. Her nails scrape down my back and dig into my arse, trying to drive me into giving her what she needs.
“What would you like, Lizzie?”
She tries to push forward with her hips to tell me but I need to hear her.
“I want”—I suck on a nipple and release it with the graze of my teeth as she takes a sharp inhale—“you to tell me”—I plunge the two fingers into her depths, rotating them; she sucks them in and her walls clench around them before I withdraw them—“what you want, Lizzie,” I finish. I’m holding my fingers still, slightly dipped in to her pussy, as I ravage her mouth again. She’s panting harder, desperate, and fuck, I need her to tell me.
“I want you. Oh, God. I want you now.”
I sink my fingers slowly back into her before removing them. Her eyes widen, but soon calm, as I grab my cock and rub the thick head along her heat. She relaxes against me and I penetrate her hard, instantly stopping when I’m balls-deep. She throws her head back and lets out the most awe-inspiring sound. I can’t even begin to describe it. The feelings it induces are intense and have me vibrating from head to toe.
I withdraw halfway and she mews beneath me, her eyes swirling into a storm of lust. Unable to control myself, I push back in and hitch her leg around my waist as I begin a relentless rhythm. As I hear the heavenly sounds of her getting close, I withdraw and urge her onto her stomach, pull her hips back and raise her perfect arse into the air. I run my hand up and down her spine, trail my finger through her crack, and pause over the puckered rose of her rear entrance. She gasps as I push my finger against it.
Her head whips around and she locks her gaze to mine over her shoulder, and I grab hold of my cock and rub it over her pussy, soaking in her juices. I push slightly into her with small, quick pulses. With one hand I reach forward and grab a fistful of her hair, tight enough to pull but not to hurt. And I place the thumb of my other hand over the entrance of her arse, fingers splayed over her lower back holding her in place, then I thrust in deep. At this angle I know I’m not going to last long, but neither is she, so I pound into her. Beads of sweat form over both of us as I drive in again and again. Harder and harder.