Page 4 of Wandering in Love

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Page 4 of Wandering in Love

Eva Trent.

With long strides eating up the distance between us, I reach for her nape and crash my lips to hers. Surprise, anger, frustration, every emotion I’ve had since she left is poured into this kiss. She doesn’t stand there and take my wrath but pushes back with her own.

I demand entrance to her mouth, pushing against her lips. She makes me wait a second but gives in. Coffee and Eva explode over my tongue like a liquor I can’t get enough of. My heart stutters in my chest, skipping a beat at being this damn close to her. She was my everything.

Wrapping her drenched hair around my hand, I control the kiss and limit her movement, diving deeper into her.

Her hands grip my jacket, pulling me against her from chest to hip. Shivers wrack her body and I lift her into my arms, as her legs wrap around my waist. My cock is hard and aching between us. It’s been too long since I got laid, and even longer since I had her. Ten long damn years.

She clings to me, just as desperate for me as I am for her. Every daydream I’ve ever had about how I would react to seeing her again have flown out the window. This girl has been mine since I was five years old. Even when I thought girls were gross, she didn’t count. Eva was mine.

Carrying her into her momma’s house that I know as well as my own, I find her bedroom and close the door. She knocks my hat off and shoves at my jacket.

Setting her on her feet, I reach for the bottom of her t-shirt and pull the dripping fabric from her body. The purple lace bra does nothing to hide the hard nipples inside.

Dropping to my knees, I suck a lace-covered peak into my mouth. Her skin is cold, and she shudders when the heat of my lips latches onto her. My fingers work the drenched black leggings and panties down her legs to stop at her thighs, locking her in place.

“Open.”

My rough command is immediately obeyed as she widens her stance as much as she can.

Peeling the cup of her bra down, I latch onto her hardened nipple at the same time my hand slides against her pussy lips.

Her breathing shudders, hands reaching out for something to hold onto as her head falls back on a moan. Using the side of my hand, I slide the length of my pointer finger between her folds, sliding easily in her arousal.

Before me is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Toned and strong legs, a slight curve of her hip, a soft stomach and tits that will fill my palms just fine. Her body has filled out here and there since I’ve seen her last, rounded out some of the edges. My mouth waters for a taste and my cock aches to sink deep into her.

Eva’s hips ride my hand, chasing oblivion.

I suck hard on her tit; her nipple is damn near in my throat, my teeth scoring her pale flesh. A beautiful flush reddens her skin as she gets close, more desperate for release. She’s almost there, soaking my hand, riding my fingers hard when I pull them away from her, her nipple leaving my mouth with a pop.

Her pitiful whimper and full body tremble makes me smile. I pull her leggings the rest of the way off and unhook her bra before standing.

“This pussy is mine, Wildflower,” I growl against her lips.

I ravage her mouth, biting her lips, demanding entrance. With her hair in my fist at the back of her head, my free hand trails down her chest between her glorious tits and down to her pussy once again. Using just the pad of my middle finger, I zero in on her swollen clit, rubbing in tight, fast circles. It doesn’t take me long to get her back to the edge, trembling and mewling.

“Please,” she bites her bottom lip to stop from whimpering. “Please, Ian.”

“Give it to me. That orgasm is mine, isn’t it?”

I watch her closely; she damn near sobs in relief when it washes over her. Her mouth falls open on a soundless scream, and I take her lips again. These lips are mine too.

I’m going to be burned from the heat coming from her skin. She’s on fire, but I’ll go up in flames before I walk away.

The orgasm loosens her muscles, leaving her barely able to stand. Lifting her from the floor, I toss her on the bed, stomach down, and climb on after her. I straddle her thighs to keep her still. My hands stroke the soft skin of her perky ass, gripping her flesh then landing a hard smack on each cheek. A gorgeous red handprint blossoms on each side.

My hands knead the muscles of her rounded ass as I grind my raging cock against it, relishing the pale skin of her body against the tan of my hand.

“Ian.” She looks over her shoulder at me.

“Mine.” My eyes lock onto hers, daring her to argue.

She arches into my touch when my hand slides between her thighs. I have to have her. Now. I can’t wait any longer. I’ve never had a need this strong. It’s her. Only ever her.

Ripping open my jeans, I release my dick, stroking it while I watch her skin flush. I’m not a small man in any way. Eva’s eyes drag down my chest and stop at my cock, biting her lip and whimpering as I stroke it for her.

“Need something, Wildflower?”




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