Page 86 of Chasing Home
“Yes, Johnny, yes. Oh . . .” she whines, snapping her legs tight to my ears as she rides the waves of her orgasm.
She bucks against my tongue, her thighs relaxing before I let her move off my face. I tuck my arm behind my head and leave my other resting possessively on the curve of her ass as she sits beside my head, mouth still suctioned around my shaft.
“You have no idea how beautiful you are, Rory,” I rasp, straining my eyes to keep them from rolling back. “Not just like this. Always.”
She’s already collected her own hair, tossing it over her opposite shoulder so I can watch her work my cock, each downward glide sending me further down her tight throat.
“Ready to drink me down, Rory?” I ask, so out of my mind I don’t care that I sound like a fucking beast right now.
She nods, moaning in answer. Her fist works in time with her mouth while the other plays with my balls as they draw up tight, my groin burning with the need to come. One more squeeze of her throat and I’m there, ropes of cum filling her mouth.
“Swallow it all,” I hiss, arching my neck and thrusting up and deep. “Just like that. Good girl. So fucking good, Rory. So good.”
When she pops up for air, she’s gasping, and I’m waiting, collecting her in my arms and tugging her up my body until she’s splayed over me. Burying her face in my neck, she sucks in lungfuls of air at the same pace I do. My legs quiver with aftershocks. My head is spacey, the only thing I see being the woman in my arms.
“Are you okay?” I ask, swiping damp hair off her forehead.
“Yes. Are you?”
I laugh, but it’s a tired, blissed-out sound. “Very.”
With a shaky hand, I reach over the edge of the bed for the discarded blanket and shake it out over her. She makes a quiet sound of appreciation while kissing my collarbone.
“You’re mine now,” I declare.
“That so?”
“That’s fucking so.”
She giggles. Yeah, giggles. “Is this an ‘I lick it and it’s mine’ situation?”
“Among other things.”
“Who am I to argue with that reasoning?”
She sounds so tired, and it makes me smile. I want to bottle up the blissful tone of her voice right now. It fits her, but not nearly as much as her usual stern, determined rasp. I love them both, and I’d be happy hearing them both for a long time to come.
“Close your eyes for a minute,” I whisper, drawing lines up and down her back as my eyes close and her breath begins to even out.
She rubs her cheek on my chest. “Just for a minute.”
“Mmhmm. Minute,” I mumble.
Neither of us speaks after that.
29
AURORA
Something hard prodding into my ass has me blinking awake, my mouth dry and crusty. The puddle of drool beneath my chin, pooling on the pillow, has me scrunching my nose and attempting to pull away. I sniff and grow more alert as the scent of cologne and aftershave registers, along with the crushing weight on my back.
Licking my lips, I attempt to shove the weight off, but it doesn’t budge. That’s when I notice the steady, hot breath in my hair and the hand cupping my belly.
I tense up momentarily before remembering where I am and who it is lying almost entirely on top of me. Johnny being such a clingy cuddler is no surprise. If anything, I expected it. And quite frankly, I like it. I’ve never been held like this before, so tightly it’s like he’s expecting me to be plucked out of his arms and hauled away at any given moment.
The opposite happens. I reach out with the only piece of me not trapped and touch his arm, feeling the warm skin and the way it makes my fingertips tingle. The same sensation happens every time we touch, like an omen or something. I’ve put it off, my stubbornness keeping me sure nothing like that exists, but I’m beginning to get worn down. If there was another explanation for all of this, I’d think twice. But now?
I blow out a breath and shut my eyes. The dry space on the pillow is a welcome change to the wet spot, and I bury my face in it.