Page 39 of Restored By You

She makes a move to reach for me, maybe out of habit, maybe nerves, but I catch her wrist gently. She stills. I lower my head and press my lips to the center of her sternum, her heartbeat wild and fast beneath my mouth. My hands skim her sides, memorizing every curve, the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips. Her breath hitches every time my touch skims somewhere new.

I drag my lips to one breast, and she arches into me with a gasp, her hands in my hair. I take my time—lavishing, savoring—until she’s squirming beneath me and whispering my name like a prayer.

“You still with me?” I murmur against her skin.

“Barely,” she manages with a gasp.

I grin against her. “Good girl.”

My mouth moves lower. Over her stomach, her ribs, pausing at the waistband of her jeans where I look up the length of her body at her. She’s propped on her elbows, chest heaving, watching me with dark eyes.

“These need to go,” I say, fingers at the button.

“Yes,” she agrees breathlessly. “They really do.”

I undo the button, slide the zipper, and peel them down her legs, dropping them off the side of the bed. She’s left in a scrap of black lace that does absolutely nothing to help my self-control.

“Goddamn, baby,” I groan, running my palms up the inside of her thighs.

She trembles as I press a kiss just below her navel, then lower, my lips brushing over the lace, and the sound she makes has my cock pulsing painfully in my jeans. I hook one finger into the side of her underwear.

“Rhett.” My name on her lips is wrecked and wanting.

“Tell me what you want, beautiful,” I murmur against her hip.

Her fingers tighten in my hair. “You,” she breathes.

That’s all I need.

I drag the lace down her legs and toss it aside, and when I finally taste her, I groan into her sweet, perfect pussy. Her whole body bows off the bed and I lock my forearm over her hips, holding her right where I want her.

I bury my face into her core, licking and sucking. I trail my tongue up and down, circling her swollen clit over and over and over again. I lap at her pussy like a man starved. She’s breathless, trembling, chanting my name, her thighs shaking on either side of me. I feel the moment she tips over—the way her hands grip my hair, the way she cries out, the way every muscle in her body spasms in the most delicious way.

I stay with her through every wave of it until she’s lying limp and breathless. When I finally move back up her body, she’s flushed and more beautiful than anything I’ve ever seen. Her hands find my face the second I’m close enough, pulling me down to kiss her—slow and deep as she tastes herself on my tongue.

I pull away and she whimpers, making me grin. “I’m not going anywhere, baby,” I say, undoing my belt. Her eyes dart to my length, straining against my jeans to the point that, the moment I undo them, my cock nearly springs free of my briefs.

She sits up on her elbows, watching me with dark, hungry eyes as I shuck my jeans and briefs in one swift motion and kick them aside. Her breath catches at the sight of me and I grin.

I reach for the nightstand drawer, find what I need, and she watches me roll it on with her lip caught between her teeth in a way that makes it very fuckin’ difficult to think straight. I climb back over her, settling between her thighs, and she wraps her legs around my waist immediately pulling me closer, her heels pressing into the small of my back. Eager and wanting.

I chuckle, dropping my forehead to hers. God, this woman. I reach between us, aligning myself, and drag the head of my cock through her slick heat once, twice—

She digs her heels in harder. “Rhett.”

“Say it again,” I murmur against her lips.

“Rhett.” Breathy. Desperate. Fucking perfect. “Please.”

Fuuuck. I push into her slowly, savoring every inch, every pulse of her tight walls around my length—and fuck, do I savor every second. The way she gasps, the way her nails find my shoulder blades, the way her body stretches to take me. I seat myself fully and go still, jaw tight, forehead pressed to hers while I try to keep it together.

But then she whispers my name, nips my jawline, her tongue darting out to nibble on my ear at the same time her hips tilt upward, urging me to move. “Rhett, please.”

I groan low and long before pulling back and snapping my hips forward with a hard thrust that sends her perky tits bouncing. Hard and deep, her moans fill the room as I fuck her. I set a rough pace, watching her face in the warm lamplight. Her hands roam over my arms, my back, my jaw like she can’t decide where she needs to hold on.

“You feel incredible,” I growl against her temple.

“You—” She gasps as I shift the angle. “Y-Yes!” I do it again, earning a sharp inhale.