Page 25 of Reluctant to Love

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Roderick

There are subtle changes to Eleanor’s body. Her curves are softer, and there are faint silvery stretch marks on her tummy. And then there’s the scar. So light it almost blends in but long ago, I memorized every inch of her and saw it instantly.

“Izzy was born via c-section?” My voice is quiet, and I place another kiss on her stomach.

She sucks in a sharp breath. “Yes. It’s a long story that can wait.”

Clearly, she can’t. I chuckle softly and run a hand down her bare leg. It’s been four years since I last touched her velvety soft skin.

“You have to tell me one thing, Eleanor. Before we go any further, I have to know if there’s someone else.”

She shakes her head. “No. There’s no one. There hasn’t been anyone since you and there won’t be anyone but you.”

My chest swells with pride. She’s damn right there won’t be anyone else but me. My hand slowly traces the Aquarius tattoo on her thigh, a woman with long, flowing locks carrying the pitcher of water, before it travels up under her t-shirt to caress the new ink along her ribcage.

I crawl back up her body, letting my lips skim every inch of bare flesh until they reach her mouth. My hand lightly cups her jaw, turning it toward me before I kiss her. I drink in the sweet taste of her but it’s not enough to satisfy my craving. I want more.

My hand falls away and she turns her entire body toward mine, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. One of her legs slides over my hip, pressing her heated center right against my hard, throbbing cock.

My eyes roll back in my head as I drag my mouth from her and groan. “It’s been too long, and I don’t know how much longer I can wait.”

“I’m ready,” she replies huskily.

I slip my hand between our bodies and brush it against the front of her panties. They’re damp but I want her fucking soaked. My hand dips inside the flimsy fabric and I begin to tentatively explore, parting her folds with my fingers and teasing her clit, rubbing it lightly before sliding down to her center.

She moans and whimpers against my mouth but she’s not ready. Hell, I’m not ready. This is a moment four years in the making and I’m not going to rush it.

“Hardly,” I breathe against her ear. “I want you dripping wet when I’m finally back inside you.”

I’m obsessed with her body, inhaling her scent, nipping at her skin until I get to her belly. It amazes me, and I can’t get enough of it knowing it carried our child.

My hands move up to grip her hips as I glide down the short distance to the juncture of her thighs. I can smell her arousal; a sweet, musky perfume that makes me rock hard and ravenous.

Light kisses dot her thighs and pelvis until my fingers hook around the sides of her panties as I tug them down, finally exposing her. A growl escapes my throat. I feel like a starved man preparing to eat his first meal after a long wait.

Without warning, I devour her. My hands are firm and steady on her hips as I bury my face in her core, dragging my tongue from top to bottom and back again. I tease her clit with the tip of my tongue before sucking on it sharply. She squirms in my grip but it’s no use; there is no escaping me.

I release one hand and use it to part her folds, exposing her glistening pink center. She’s dripping and I’m ready to drink up every last drop. I flatten my tongue against her and tease one finger inside of her. She yelps at the intrusion but quickly relaxes against the bed.

“Oh god,” she moans. I look up just in time to see her drape an arm over her face.

Her thighs start to quiver, and I feel her body tense. It amazes me how she responds so quickly to my touch. She places her hand on top of my head, tugging at the long strands. Her breathing gets heavier as she begins to tremble. I’m relentless in my pursuit of her orgasm. I want it; I need it. I’ve been denied the pleasure of seeing her come undone for so long that I’ll take any opportunity to make her squirm and scream.

A slow wail escapes her lips and her nails dig into my scalp as she arches her back off the bed until she falls.

I lap at her lightly, prolonging her pleasure until she starts to push me away.

“Fuck,” she breathes out.

With a soft kiss to her thigh, I retreat. I sit up and reach behind me to pull my shirt over my head. As I toss it to the floor with the rest of our clothes, I catch Eleanor looking at me, her bottom lip between her teeth.

“See something you like,” I tease.

She smiles shyly and nods her head. “I forgot how big you are.”

I cup my bulge. “Yes, I am.”