Worth The Wait

Excerpt

The drawstring of her pants gave way with a slight tug, opening to allow him access to her most private place. His hands warmed against her skin, her back, her hips, until one hand held her in place, his other tracing a small pattern of lazy figure eights against her lower abdomen. His lips hadn't left hers while he explored. She sucked his tongue deeper into her waiting mouth as his index finger found her, stroking her until she pulled back, her head dropping back on her shoulders, her breasts arching toward his waiting lips.

Slowly, he started again, his lips to her breast, his finger dancing over her. It was Shea who brazenly moved his hand with hers, taking him where she wanted to feel him, needed to feel him. Sliding against her moist lips, he finally let his finger slip inside her. Keeping pace with his finger and his lips, he moved from nipple to nipple, taking her to a place she now knew would be theirs forever.

Shea felt it building, knew she couldn't hold back the release she wanted so badly. She let her head fall back as his finger dipped inside her once more and she gave in to the want and the need only he created inside her. She could feel herself tense against him, moving over his hardness as he increased his movements. When she fell, she fell hard. It was nothing like she had experienced before. Folding herself against his wide shoulders as she surfaced from her cloudy respite, her hands started to stroke him, starting them at the beginning.

She marveled at his length and girth. She’d felt his size before, never imagined how much she wanted to bring him the same satisfaction he’d brought her. Even more so now, she wanted to feel him inside her, stretching her body to accommodate his need. She’d dreamed about him for years and lusted for the satisfaction of completing the act. Tonight, they would finish what they’d started so many years earlier.

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David knew he wouldn't stop this time. He'd waited a life time to feel himself sheathed inside her warmth. His movements were light and easy, taking her in his arms and laying her down on the couch. He was above her in an instant, his body lying beside her on the narrow cushions. With her face buried against his chest, her hand searched for him, fought with his jeans until she managed to release the zipper enough to fit her small hand inside, finding him hard and hot, waiting for her.

"David, take these off, I can't get to you," she whispered.

"That's probably a good thing right about now." Her eyes flew to his in confusion, but his finger traced the line of her bottom lip. She licked at the moisture he drew across it. "Relax, I'm not going anywhere." Except, he did move, pulling away from her and taking the balled up cotton pants along with him as his hands moved the length of her legs.

Kneeling on the floor beside her, he pulled her to him, his lips replacing his fingers. David heard her sigh, then felt the warmth of her hand on his neck, stroking his shoulders as he kissed her in his intimate way. Adding his fingers back inside her, he knew the instant she climaxed against his tongue. He tasted her for the second time in his life, and knew he'd come home. The excitement that ran through him threatened to shatter him into a hundred tiny pieces.

Looking up, her eyes were closed, her breasts pointed and hard. He'd meant to take her then, pausing to push down his jeans while finding his wallet and the protection he'd placed there weeks before. When he returned to her, he realized she had other plans. Turned on her side, the sofa left her at a perfect height to his kneeling form. Her hand's found him, held him, teased him, explored the length of him.

"Oh, God, David," she whispered before engulfing him with her warm lips.

David strangled back a groan when she deepened her pursuit, taking a bit more of him with each pass. Shea wasn't in a hurry, she was taking her time to learn him. The fingers of her left hand fluttered over his belly while her right hand held the weight of his length. Moving them in unison, she was going to end this before it began, he thought. Somehow she seemed to understand, pulling back slightly, but not letting go. She waited until his breathing became regular, then started again. Shea did this several times, bringing him just to the brink of release, lapping up his pre-come, then pulling back slightly, keeping him in a perpetual state of arousal.

"David, I want to feel you inside me, please?" Her gaze went to his with a pleading look.

Slowly, though he wasn't sure how he managed, he pulled himself back up on the couch, dragging her onto his lap once again. Kissing her mingled her sweet taste with his. It was another erotic moment he knew he'd never forget. He let her seat herself on him, straddling his legs, taking him at her will. Shea remembered to protect herself, not embarrassed about the procedure, turning it into a glorious torture he endured with abandoned delight.

At first he thought she’d drop onto him, to be filled up with him, but when the time came, she teased them both, dropping her weight onto him in small increments, adjusting to his size. He was amazed and thrilled to feel her stretching to fit him, to know he filled her so deeply. At last, she managed to take his entire length, buried him inside her tight, hot heat. Then she sat, waiting to get accustomed to him, her movements starting slowly. David felt himself throbbing inside her tight walls.

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