Chapter 101 101
“Tell me you want me to stop.” He kissed the curve of her neck—the most sensitive spot, the one that made her want to squeal with delight. “Tell me we have to stop because it'll be harder to let go if we don't,”
“No stopping. Please, no stopping.”
He didn’t tear his gaze from her as he slid the other strap from her shoulder. He dragged the garment down her arms slowly. His vision sank lower. “You are too beautiful to have anything less than exactly what you want. Tell me what you want.”
Gripping her rib cage with both hands, his thumbs caressed the tender underside of her breasts, as he lowered his head and gave one nipple a gentle lick. The gasp that rose from the depths of her throat sounded like a lifetime of frustration being cut loose. She dropped her chin to her chest when he did it again. She loved watching him admire her this way, knowing that she turned him on. “I want you. Right now.”
“Upstairs,” he muttered.
Before she knew what he was doing, she was off her feet and in his arms, feeling tiny, like she weighed nothing at all. He marched up the stairs and she clung to his neck, desperate to kiss him again.
The hall to his bedroom seemed to stretch for miles. Neither of them said a thing. Their heavy breaths carried the conversation instead. They reached their destination. He set her down gently on the bed, smiling.
He lifted his sweater over his head. The soft light showed off the incredible contours and definition of his chest and abs. She sat up and flattened her hands against his firm chest, his skin warming her palms. With her arms raised, he cupped her breasts with his hands. She would’ve dropped her head back in pure ecstasy if she wasn’t so anxious to have his mouth on hers again. As if she’d spoken her wish, he bestowed a long, reckless kiss...hot and wet and magnificent.
She unzipped his pants and pushed them to the floor. She dipped her fingers beneath the waistband of his gray boxer briefs, shimmying them down his trim hips. He kissed her again, and she wrapped her hand around his length, relishing the forceful groan that he made into her mouth.
He urged her to lie back, kissing her bare stomach. She watched as he unbuttoned her jeans and wiggled them south. His eyes were on her body as if he were entranced. Everything between her legs was eager for attention.
Her entire body tensed with anticipation. “Touch me, Justin. Please.” The words had wandered out of her mouth, the thoughts in her head trickling out.
He tugged her panties down, casting his dark eyes up toward hers as his fingers met her apex. She couldn’t let go of her grip on his head as he rocked his hand back and forth. It felt impossibly good to be at his mercy— wanted, desired. Their gazes locked, and it was as if she could see more of him, parts that he obscured, the vulnerable things he had hidden from her.
The pressure was building, the peak within her grasp too soon. “Make love to me,” she said.
He dotted her stomach with soft, open-mouth kisses, firmly gripping her waist. He stretched out next to her, the most magnificent creature she’d ever seen—strong and muscled, but graceful and lean. He dropped his head back when she wrapped her fingers around him. When he returned his sights to her, he looked as if he wanted to consume her, heart and soul.
She arched her back, welcoming him as he sank into her, slowly, carefully, with a reverence she’d never expected. Her mind was a swirling vortex of thoughts and sensations, the most powerful of which was that she’d realised something was different about their lovemaking today. Probably because it was supposed to be their last time together. She couldn’t have prepared herself for it feeling this way.
He rolled his hips when his body met hers. It built the pressure in her belly quickly, her breaths coming faster now. Her hands roved over the muscled contours of his back, trailing down to his glorious backside. His kisses were deep and long, matching the steady and satisfying rock of their bodies. She wrapped her ankles around his waist, wanting him closer. Deeper.
She placed her hands on the side of his face, keeping his lips to hers. She wanted to be connected with him like this when she unraveled. Everything inside her began to uncoil. She was ready to let go of it all, even the past, and succumb to the bliss
Sherry was so close. Justin could feel it, sense it in every fitful movement of her body. He was fighting to stem the tide, but it wasn’t easy. Concentrating on her face was the only way to do it, a beautiful distraction from the energy doubling in his belly. Her breaths came in frantic bursts. Every sound she made was sweet and sexy, but she nearly blew his mind when she called his name, clutching his back and digging her fingers into his skin. She tensed around him, her body grabbing on to his as if she might never let go.
Deliberate thought was gone. Tension clenched his legs and stomach, pure instinct took over. A blissful smile spread across her face. Breaths shallow, strokes longer and harder. Now faster. The pressure threatened to burst. Sherry bucked against him. She fought for it just as eagerly, until finally his body gave in to the pleasure. It barreled through him like a freight train.
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Sherry couldn’t sit in the house anymore. She needed fresh air, so she made her way outside to the driveway and set her bag next to Justin's car.
The notion of the end of their getaway was all too depressing. Just thinking about the things they had done together, his touch against her skin, every white-hot kiss, made her tingle. They’d flipped on a switch and completed a circuit, but that could be turned off just as easily, couldn’t it?
She kicked a pebble into a puddle. It had rained at some point that afternoon, which left behind a grayish-blue sky with only the wispiest of white clouds. They would have a gloomy ride back to Olkfield, a fitting precursor to what was waiting for her when they got there—family, responsibilities that were more important than a fling.