He hesitated, licking his lips like I was his last meal, so I grabbed his head, my need for his mouth on mine overwhelming any rational thought. My tongue found his as I stroked it, then sucked his bottom lip between my teeth. When I bit down gently, Walker let out a moan that almost had me screaming for him to take me. How long did I have to wait until I could feel him inside me?
Fuck taking my time; I needed him like I needed air. Walker was my oxygen and I desperately needed to breathe.
“I want you,” I huffed out between pants, my greedy hands pulling his hips into me, against me, onto me.
His head pulled back from mine, a half smirk on his face. “You think I don’t want you? I want you so fucking bad it hurts. It’s hard to go slow. It’s fucking torturous,” he said, dragging out the last word. “But I need to take my time with you. I want to remember every detail, every expression on your face, every sound you make. I want to make love to you like it’s the last time I’ll ever get to do it.”
“Why would you say that?” I asked sharply, my defenses instantly up at the notion of anything ending between us.
He chuckled. “I just meant that I want to appreciate it. But if you don’t let me take my time, it will be just as quick as if we’d done it when we were teenagers. And that would be embarrassing.”
“Fine,” I agreed reluctantly, my hormones clearly not on board the slow-moving train.
When he resumed his attention to my bare stomach, this time teasing the sensitive areas on the side of my rib cage, his tongue left a trail of warmth in its wake. I closed my eyes and threw my head back, all my senses on overload, affected by his every move. I gripped his head, threading my fingers through his short-cropped hair, my nails scratching, my fingers pulling. Wherever he was, it was never enough. I wanted him all over me, every part of him connected with a part of me. The feeling was overwhelming, all-consuming, and I’d never felt anything like it before.
After teasing every square inch of my stomach and ribs, he moved his mouth slowly up toward my breasts. With a quick one-handed flick, he unclasped my lace bra and tossed it on the floor. At least I think that’s where it landed; I didn’t know anything anymore. The room spun around me as Walker took the tip of one breast inside his warm mouth and began to suck. Teasingly, he switched between sucking and flicking me with his tongue as pleasure shot through my entire body. Pulling away from me, he moved to the other breast, already pebbled with desire and waiting for him.
As he gave attention to my other breast, he slid one hand down to my jeans, unbuttoning and pulling down my zipper. I tried to wriggle out of them for him, but could barely move any part of my body, I was so consumed with his mouth and the things it was doing to me.
He pulled away, all the heat from his body roughly torn away as he stood up and quickly ripped my pants from my legs. Before I could complain at the loss, Walker was back, his hot mouth meeting my skin again, but this time starting at my ankles and I hissed with pleasure. He worked his way up my calf, alternating between stroking me with his tongue, kissing me with his lips, and nipping at me with his teeth. By the time he reached my thighs, every nerve in my body was afire, and I trembled at his touch.
I moaned, arching my back as he flicked his tongue against my panties, which were already embarrassingly wet. Desperately I reached for his head, pulling and grabbing at him, wanting him to stop teasing me and get on with it, already.
His eyes burned with desire as he met my gaze before sliding my lace panties to the side and dipping his head to take a taste of me. I bit my lip to keep from releasing a pleasure-filled scream, and sucked in a breath instead.
Pausing for a second, his voice thick and raspy, he said, “I can’t do this for long or I won’t last, babe. I apologize in advance.”
Another flick of his tongue and I was completely lost, no longer able to formulate words or thoughts. My body tensed, my entire consciousness focused with the intensity of a laser on the sensations he gave me. Little gasps and moans escaped me, and he groaned in response. He lapped at me deliberately, his tongue taking its time with each carefully placed stroke. I moaned again, my voice almost unrecognizable, and he pulled his mouth away. Part of me wanted to cry from its absence, but another part of me felt relief. We were that much closer to finally coming together the way we had always been meant to, and I had never wanted another human being so badly in my life.
The heat from his mouth was replaced by two of his fingers. They moved in and out of me as he dropped soft kisses onto my stomach, every action working in complete harmony with the other.
“You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe you’re here. Never leave,” he whispered against my skin between soft kisses.
I whimpered, the overload of sensations tearing through me, as I pushed and pulled against him, wanting to feel him everywhere, all over me at once. His hot mouth moved up my stomach, over my breasts, and landed on my neck where he delivered more achingly beautiful attention. He pulled my earlobe between his teeth as he nibbled and then sucked, his tongue sweeping around it.
My jaw line was pampered next, his mouth loving on every inch of skin it touched. His full lips pressed against my cheek before stopping just short of my waiting mouth, which I had parted in desperation for him. Walker pulled back slightly and grinned.
“You like teasing me?” I barely breathed out.
“Who wouldn’t?” he said hoarsely before taking my mouth roughly, his tongue sweeping in and finding mine. Frantically, I pulled at him, digging my fingertips into his skin as I rubbed myself against him, desperate to finally feel whole.
“I need you. This has been slow enough. Get inside me, Walker. Please,” I managed to get out between kisses.
“Now who’s the bossy one?” He smirked, his eyes hooded and filled with want.
“I want you.”
“Say it again.”
“I want you. I want you inside me. Right now,” I begged without shame.
He reached across me and pulled out a condom from his nightstand drawer. Impatient, the second he was done covering himself I reached for his body and pulled him back on top of me. I wanted all of him, needed to feel connected in every way to this man.
“There’s no going back from here, Madison,” he said as he poised himself above me. “It’s you and me against the world. You understand?” His voice shook the slightest bit, much like his arms as he held himself back while holding himself up.
I nodded and he lowered his chest to mine, his expression serious. “Tell me you understand what I’m saying. Once we do this, there’s no going back. We’re not going to be just friends. We’re not going to be just buddies, or people who work together. This is it for us.”
The heaviness of his words settled into my heart and calmed it. I half expected it to do the opposite, but Walker’s demands were just what I needed when it came to him. “I understand.”
“Good. I couldn’t take losing you twice.” He lowered himself against me so that every possible part of us could touch, and the utter happiness I felt coursed through every fiber of my being.
His hardness pressed between my legs and I lifted my hips, arching my back, begging him to enter. Slowly, oh so slowly, he pushed himself inside me, and my body took him in, adjusting around him. He filled me completely and I squeezed my eyes shut, my chest tightening with anticipation as my body opened to accept more of him.
“Don’t close your eyes, babe.” He ran a finger feather-light down the side of my cheek, and I fought to open my eyes, when all they wanted to do was close so I could get lost in his touch.
He moved in and out of me slowly, each time filling me more fully than the last. Every pull of his body made me want to scream out to make him stop as each push back in achingly fulfilled my desires. Our bodies fit perfectly, moving together in a synchronized rhythm that built quickly, and I began to pant.