Page 117 of Apex of the Curve
“And I love you,” I breathed. He smiled and dipped his head, his mouth meeting mine in a gentle kiss that grew in urgency.
“Oh, baby,” he whispered impassioned when I slipped to my knees and kissed the crown of the head of his cock. “Yes, please, gods.”
I took him into my mouth, eyes closed, listening to him gasp, relishing in the sensation of him gathering up my hair, loving the feel of him sliding across my tongue, touching the back of my throat. He grunted every so often, trying to hold back, and I was okay with that. Finally, he jerked his hips back, the hold he had on my hair tightening, preventing me from following him.
“Enough!” he cried hoarsely. “Enough. Get up off your knees,” he ordered.
I got up off my knees and he kissed me savagely. I loved it when I riled him like this. When he got excited like this. It excited me and when he threw me down on the bed, I was both elated and giggling.
“You drive me crazy, woman,” he said with a grin and I smiled.
“Good.”
He kissed me, all the way down my body and I arched beneath him, into his touch… and as I stared at the ceiling, at the wavering patterns of golden light across it, I had one thought.
It was good to be home…
