Page 85 of The Way We Touch

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Page 85 of The Way We Touch

His hips pick up speed, jerky and desperate. I’m right there with him, gasping and lifting my hips to meet every thrust. Muscled arms are around my waist, and he rolls me to be on top of him.

I reach forward to grab the headboard, and my hips glide up and down, taking him from root to tip. His hands grip my ass, squeezing and spreading me, grinding my body against his, but I’m lost in my own sensations, chasing the orgasm swirling and tightening in my lower belly.

His deep moans, his hands gripping my ass and moving me faster, drive me higher. I jerk on the headboard as I keep pace, sweat trickling down my neck, slipping between my breasts. I’m right there, balancing on the edge of the cliff when his tongue slides up my ribs to my nipple.

He teases it with his tongue and teeth, and I break with a deep, shuddering cry, almost feral. My body jerks then bows forward. My thighs tighten at his waist, and I grasp his shoulders.

He continues to move me up and down his cock, and I feel him pulsing as he groans, his voice breaking as he comes. Leaning forward on his chest, I hold him through the shudders, through the trembling bliss of orgasm. We’re together, finishing in each other’s arms.

He holds me so tightly, and I listen to his heart pounding as fast as mine. We’re panting as we start to come down. My hands are on his chest, and my eyes close. Strong arms hold me, and I nuzzle in the cocoon of his embrace.

Soft lips press against my head, my neck, and my shoulder. He rolls us to the side, and we both seem to be fumbling with the intensity of what just happened. All those nights of looking through screens, needing to touch each other, longing to feel each other’s bodies have brought us to this place. It’s like a dream come true.

Lifting his hand, he traces my hair off my cheek with his finger. “I can hold you now.”

“Every minute.”

Scooting forward in the bed, I press my face against his warm skin. I inhale his scent of citrus and sandalwood and soap and sweat. Salt is on my tongue from kissing and biting and licking his body. Strong hands hold me like he’ll never let me go, and he gently strokes my hair.

I could fall asleep this way, and I almost do when I feel him stirring. He stands, scooping me into his arms and carrying me to the bathroom.

19

Logan

Warm water rains over us, and Dylan’s hands press against the stone wall of my shower. She’s gasping my name, moaning loudly, and my eyes roll shut as I grip her hips, driving my cock deep into her drenched pussy.

Her ass twerks against my pelvis, and I reach around to circle my fingers over her clit. It isn’t long before her knees buckle, and I catch her around the waist. She feels so good taking me. She’s tight and hot and wet, and when she breaks into orgasm, my mind alters.

My teeth are against the skin of her shoulder, and she trembles in my arms. I’m holding her up and finishing, three more solid thrusts, before the orgasm shocks me rigid, causing me to still as the pulsing fills her, until it’s spilling down our legs.

Her head falls back against my collarbone, and I kiss her neck, pulling the skin between my teeth. She tilts her face, and I capture her mouth again, licking my tongue against hers. She’s my drug, and I can’t get enough. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if we stay in this apartment for the next four days doing nothing but fucking.

Turning in my arms, her soft breasts press against my chest, and I wrap my arms over hers, looking down into her pretty amber eyes.

“You okay?” My voice is so warm with affection. Have I ever spoken to a woman this way?

“I’m better than okay.” She grins, and that dimple is at the corner of her mouth. “I’m in heaven.”

“Let me clean you up.” I reach for the loofah and put my shower gel on it.

It’s masculine and woodsy, but I like her smelling like me, like mine.

I slide the sponge over her shoulders, but I use my fingers to clean between her legs. Her cheek is against my shoulder while I work, and that lazy smile curls her lips.

“Are you trying to make me come again?”

“I plan to make you come all night, but first, let’s get clean.”

Reaching for the shampoo, I gently rub it into her hair, working up a lather. Then I hold her head as we step under the shower spray to rinse. Her chin lifts, and I cover her mouth with mine, fresh water mixing with our kisses.

When we’re done, I shut off the faucet and wrap us both in oversized towels. Dylan takes a smaller one and wraps it around her head like a turban.

“I ordered food.” I lead us from the bedroom to the small foyer area where we left her suitcase. “It’s probably sitting outside the door.”

“I’ll get changed.” She smiles, catching my arm and rising onto her tiptoes for another kiss.

I lean down and hold her lips with mine for the space of two heartbeats. It’s such a relief to be able to touch her. I’m realizing how much I’ve wanted to do it since we said goodbye what feels like a million years ago.




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