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

She smiles and presses up on tiptoes, giving me a long, slow kiss. “Take off
your clothes,” she whispers, her hand dropping to my buckle again. “I want to
see you.”
I shuck my pants and boxer briefs, sweep her up again and carry her to the
bed. After laying her down, carefully, I stand over her.
She bites her lip as her eyes trail my body. “Søren. You are magnificent.”
Her thighs rub together as she stares at me. I pull her legs apart and fist
myself, a long tug of my cock that draws a rough groan from me as I stare at her.
A fierce, primal force drives me to touch myself while I look at the most
intimate part of her.
“This is what you do to me, Frankie. You’ve done it for years. Made me so
hard, I ache.”
“Well, that sounds fair,” she says dazedly. She stares at my length as I pump
it, her eyes wide, lips parted. “Seeing as I’ve been nothing but despicably wet
around you for too damn long. Do you know how uncomfortable drenched
panties are, Ren?”
A growl rolls out of me. Dropping over her, I slip an arm under her back, and
drag her up the bed with me, settling between her thighs. “Confession.”
Her hands slide up my arms and cradle my head. “I’m listening.”
“I’m terrified this is going to be a disaster.”
She laughs and kisses me. “That’s impossible. It’s you and me. We’ll talk.
Show each other what we need.”
I bend, kiss her, lost for words. My heart thunders in my chest, anxiety
pinching my shoulders. As if she intuits that, Frankie’s hands glide along my
back and gently massage my shoulders.
“Look at me,” she whispers. She smooths my hair off my face and smiles up
at me. “Trust me?”
I nod.
“Good. I trust you, too.”
Frankie and I have talked about birth control. Clean bills of health. How we
both really want nothing between us. Meaning there’s nothing stopping us from
finally being connected as close as two people physically can be.
Taking each of her hands in mine, I drag them up over her head. It sends her
breasts high, shows the curve of her ribs, the hollow between her hips that’s
ready for me. I rest myself against her, holding her eyes.
Slowly, robbed of breath, I ease inside her, just a few inches, and stop.
Frankie pants for air, her eyes scrunched shut. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever
known. Warm, tight, intricately smooth yet somehow not.
“Are you all right?” I whisper.