Page 42 of Reluctant to Love

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Roderick

The moment the bedroom door closes, I sigh with relief. Tonight, Izzy is finally sleeping in her own room which means Eleanor and I finally get the privacy we’ve wanted for what seems like forever. In reality, it’s only been a few weeks, but I feel like a man starved. I want her night and day; the stolen moments aren’t enough to satisfy my craving for her.

We tiptoe down the hallway back to our bedroom.

“Alone at last,” I say, waggling my brows, once I’ve closed the door.

Eleanor flops down onto the bed and I feel like a teenager again as I hurry to join her. I crawl beside her and inhale her delicious scent.

She sinks against the bed as I cover her with my body, letting my hands roam along her curves. I plant small kisses on every square inch of exposed flesh.

“You smell so fucking good, like sunshine and…coconuts. My mouth waters every time you’re near.” My hand dips below the waistband of her black leggings, brushing against the front of her panties before my fingers slip under the edge and tease her. She whimpers softly and closes her eyes.

“Tell me what you want,” I demand.

Her eyes flutter open and she smiles seductively. “You. Just you.”

I claim her mouth with a heated kiss, sliding my tongue along the seam of her lips until they part and I slip inside. My kiss is a distraction from the teasing my fingers are doing to the rest of her body. She moans and sighs with each brush of my hand or kiss from my lips until her back arches.

“Tell me how you’re feeling,” I ask, brushing a soft kiss along her neck.

“Like I’m on fire,” she pants.

“Sounds like the perfect time to get undressed,” I tease.

She slips out of my grip and sits up, her gaze completely focused on me. She slowly lifts her t-shirt before tossing it on the floor. She reaches behind her back to unhook her pink lace bra. The straps fall down her arms and she discards it just like her shirt.

Now I’m the one who is a raging inferno. I want to touch her, feel her, make love to her but this is her time.

She swings her legs over the side of the bed and stands up. Her eyes are still trained on me and I’d be a fool to look away from the show she’s giving me. Slowly, her leggings and panties make their way down her legs until she kicks them away.

In front of me, completely nude, is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my entire life. I sit up, scoot over to the edge of the bed and beckon her closer. She shuffles toward me and I eagerly reach out for her. My hands glide up her gentle curves and I place a kiss between her breasts.

Her entire body is flush with desire and in the dim light of the bedroom, she looks like one of the ethereal goddesses from my favorite fantasy stories. I’ll gladly worship at her feet every day.

She places her hands firmly on my shoulders and presses a knee on the bed next to me. My hands slip behind her to tug her closer until she straddles me. I lavish attention on each one of her breasts; licking and sucking her nipples to stiff, rosy peaks. My hands knead each of the creamy mounds as she grinds herself against my hard length.

I can feel her arousal drip from her body.

She tosses her head back, exposing the slender column of her throat and I kiss the delicate skin there.

“I don’t think I can wait a second longer,” I rasp against her skin. “I need to be inside of you right now.”

It’s been so hard to keep my hands to myself; I want all of her and nothing else.

“Take it,” she breathes out. “Takeme.”

She lifts slightly as I reach between our bodies and fit myself against her. Slowly, she sinks down and I hiss as I feel myself begin to fill and stretch her walls. It’s the most excruciating but delicious pain as I watch my cock disappear inch by inch until I’m firmly rooted inside of her.

“No,” I growl. “You take what you want.”

She wraps her arms around my neck and starts a dirty dance on my lap, circling her hips in slow, sensual circles. I hold her steady because I love having my hands all over her. I crave her constantly, but I love the way she’s taking charge right now.

Our pleasure is in her complete control and fuck, she’s doing an amazing job.

“Roderick,” she pants. “Touch me.”