Page 82 of Seein’ Red

Mission accomplished.

I continue on, lazily lapping at her, making patterns and alternating sides. It’s a slow, torturous pace, even for me, but it’s worth it. The chorus of coos and keens as she wiggles underneath me from the attention is everything I could ask for.

It’s the biggest turn-on in the world, knowing that I’m making her feel this good. Knowing that I have the power to make her lose herself in this pleasure. To be in control like this, giving her everything I have to make her feel on top of the world.

Willa’s fingers find my head, weaving into my hair. Her nails scratch against my scalp, a shiver running down my spine, competing with attention with the soft tug on the strands. It’s almost enough to distract me. But I’m on a mission.

And it’s time to turn it up to eleven.

I turn my focus to her clit, circling it at first. Then, I change it up. I flutter. Yes, flutter. My tongue moves like a hummingbird’s wings against the little bundle of nerves, not letting up, even as Willa shoots straight upward.

A sound so primal I can’t describe it erupts from her, fingers tightening in my hair, my head pressed against her pussy even more. Which is fine by me. This is exactly where I belong. Doing exactly what I should be.

Making her scream.

I continue on, alternating the flutter with more licks and sucks, even a nibble tossed in there. A string of expletives that would make a sailor blush fills the air, fueling my fire.

“I’m…yes, please…right there…ohhhhhh…” Willa cries. “Fuck, I’m gonna…”

Whole body going rigid, Willa lets go of my hair, falling backward, hips lifting up off the bed. I zero in even more, slipping a finger inside her. She thrashes around, her orgasm taking total control of her. Just the way I want it.

It’s a long moment before she comes down from her high, chest heaving, skin flushed the color of roses. If I thought she was beautiful before, well…I wasn’t wrong. But this is a beauty that is next level. Even better, it’s one that only I see. A part of her that she doesn’t let the world know about.

It also makes me crave her.

Heat flashes over me as I kiss up her body again, my dick desperate to get in on the action. He's not the only one who’s desperate though. Every inch of me wants to be near her. To be so close that I don’t know where I end and she begins.

Willa’s hands slip behind my neck, grabbing me and yanking me in for a kiss. I oblige, letting her control the moment, enjoying that her need matches mine.

“I need to be inside you, baby,” I say in between kisses.

“Please.” She pulls back from the kiss, looking me straight in the eye. Her deep blues are so full of emotion, hazy with a mix of lust and caring. Yes, caring. Maybe even more. Something that we’re both too afraid to say. “I need you.”

“You have me.”

I don’t let her go, my hands resting on either side of her shoulders as I line myself up with her entrance. Pausing for a moment, I suck in a breath, readying myself for this. Because this isn’t just another fuck.

Hell, none of the times we’ve been together since she told me about the baby have been. But tonight, this marks our new start. This is my chance to show her everything I’ve been keeping bottled up inside me.

To show her my heart.

I push forward, sliding into her slowly. Her body welcomes me, and I feel like I’m home. Home. Where I belong. Right here, with her.

For a moment we’re still, quiet, nothing but our breathing filling the air. And it’s perfect. She’s perfect.

My heart squeezes, my insides simultaneously on fire and wanting to melt. I never want to feel anything else in life than what I’m feeling right now.

“Nash,” Willa whispers, stroking my face, pushing a stray hair off my forehead.

“Willa,” I return, kissing her softly.

“I…I…”

“I know.”

Because I do know. Words aren’t needed right now. This goes beyond words.

I find her mouth again, this time even slower, as I start to move my hips. Willa gasps, holding on to me tighter, deepening our kiss. We’re not in any kind of hurry. There’s nothing that can’t wait. Nothing that is more important than her and me.