Always Only You by Chloe Liese (z-lib.org).epub

Frankie’s hand works me, sure and fast, sending dizzying heat and a furious ache
for release surging down my spine. The need to thrust, to drive and pound takes
over. I press my hips harder into her grip, feeling the warning of release
building, hot and powerful.
“Ren,” she whispers.
I lift my head long enough to meet her lips, to kiss her as she cries against
my mouth and comes in soft, beautiful waves against my hand.
I want to savor it—the hazy satisfaction in her eyes, the way she smiles
wider than I’ve ever seen her—but her hand is temptation itself, and I’m
scrambling at the edge.
Holding my eyes, she bites my lip, dragging it between her teeth. The pain of
it trips the wire that sends me soaring. On a grunt of pure bliss, I come, while
Frankie’s hand works me in gentle rubs that stretch out my orgasm.
After a long, silent moment, I flop back on the bed and pull her carefully
with me, holding her head to my chest but distanced from the hot spill all over
my stomach. With one firm kiss to the top of her hair, I sigh heavily.
“Ren?” she says quietly.
I peer down at her. “Yes?”
“I’m feeling a little worried.”
I grasp her chin, tilting her head so she’ll look at me. “Why?” Her face is
tight, anxiety clear in her features. “What is it?”
She reaches and kisses me. “Because if it’s that great when our clothes are
on, what the hell’s going to happen when they all come off?”
Searching her eyes, I try to see why the promise of something so good scares
her so much. But I come up short. There’s no answer, other than the fact that all
of this is new and unnerving for Frankie, as it is—albeit, in different ways—for
me. There’s nothing to be done or dismissed about that. Just space to be made.
Time and patience.
With a kiss to her forehead, I rest my head on hers, allowing quiet to be
answer enough.
For now.