David Kincaid’s life started to unravel the day he got his record deal, which also happened to be the day Skye Monroe walked out on him. Since then no amount of fame, fortune or women can fill the void she left behind. When she suddenly appears on his door step for a magazine shoot, looking and sexy as ever, he realizes he’s willing to do whatever it takes to win her back. But is it too late to salvage their relationship and what’s left of his career?
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Read Part Two - Revelations - here
Read Part Three -Memories - here
Read Part Four - Declaration - here
Read Part Five - Surrender - here
Reciprocity
David stroked the soft skin of Skye’s back, slowly caressing
her curves as she lay sprawled across him. He still couldn’t quite believe she
was there, in his arms, naked, after all these years. He never forgot the
silkiness of her skin, the way her body responded to his touch, her taste. When
she gasped softly as another tremor coursed through her body, he pulled her closer,
feeling his own body tense with desire. He wanted to take her hard and fast
right there, but he wouldn’t. He just wanted to lay there, feeling the ebb and
flow of her orgasm, hearing her soft mews of pleasure, knowing he was the one
that made her feel that way.
“God, David, that was…incredible,” Skye sighed on a moan as
she snuggled further into his embrace.
David planted a kiss on top of her head and snorted softly.
“Glad to see I haven’t lost my touch.”
“Mmmm, far from it. There’s only one little problem. You
still have clothes on.”
She shot him a wanton smile as she climbed over his leg. “I need
to see you,” she purred, stealing the line he used earlier. She straddled him
and reached for the hem of his t-shirt. His dick pulsed hard within the tight confines
of his jeans. She was right. His clothes were a problem. He grabbed her by the
nape of the neck and pulled her down, crushing her lips to his, his tongue tangling
with hers. Gently tugging at the elastic band that held back her hair, he
pulled it free and a heavy drape of golden silk cascaded forward. He moaned as
she pushed away, lowering herself to kiss a trail across every inch of skin she
exposed as she lifted his t-shirt. He reached his arms up as she pulled the
t-shirt over his head, letting it fall the floor, the latest addition to their
pile of discarded clothes. His hands dropped to her hips, gently pressing her
against the straining bulge in his jeans.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, grinding her hips into him as she
hovered over his face. “Looks like we’re going to have to do something about
that soon, don’t you think?”
He thrust his hips up to meet hers in response. She was
killing him, but he’d die a happy man.
She cupped his face between her hands and caressed his mouth
with her tongue and lips. He yielded to her ministrations, allowing her free
access. Her kiss filled every dark corner of his soul, coaxing it back to life
with a gentle, pulsing heat.
She plunged her tongue deep, and as she did her breasts
brushed over his chest. The feel of her skin against his nearly sent him over
the edge. In one fluid move, that surprised even him, he had her cradled in his
arms, carrying her across the room.
Skye squealed and threw her arm around his neck.“Wha-?!”
“Bed,” he grunted, his inner caveman floating too near the surface
for him to formulate complete sentences.
“Ok, Mongo,” she giggled, playfully nipping as his neck.
Only she had this effect on him. She used to tease him about
becoming monosyllabic when he was turned on, but right now it was nothing to
laugh about. What he felt for her was primal, straightforward and real. He
loved her, he needed her, and he was going to show her as much.
David kicked open the door to the adjoining room and crossed
to the canopy bed. He parted the netting and gently deposited her against a mound
of pillows. As he stood back to shuck his boots, his breath hitched when he
caught sight of her lying naked against the backdrop of the deep burgundy
brocade pillows. Her thick, blonde waves created a halo effect around her gorgeous
face. She looked up at him, bedroom-eyed, hot and bare, and her tongue darted
across her luscious pink lips. He almost lost it.
“Why don’t you get out of those jeans and slip into
something more comfortable, David?”
The wicked grin she gave him was the last straw. He kicked
out of his boots, peeled out of his jeans, and dove into the bed next to her as
she laughed and scooted out of his way.
He grinned as he rolled over and pulled her to him. “What
were you saying about slipping into something?”
“Mmm, not so fast, Romeo,” she whispered, propping herself
up on an elbow as she reached down and curled her fingers around his rock hard
dick. “There’s a little issue of reciprocity I need to take care of first.”
“Recipro-?!” His body shuddered when her hand slid further
down and cupped his balls. “Ahh, Skye,” he hissed, his hand sliding beneath the
fall of her hair, pulling her lips down to meet his once again.
Their tongues danced and parried until she broke the kiss, nipping
and dragging her lips over his chin and down his throat, pausing to lap at the
hollow just below his Adam’s apple, all the time, continuing to stroke his cock
to her own erotic rhythm.
As her mouth continued to roam down and over his chest,
David’s hands did some exploring of their own. Finding her breasts, he cupped
her perfect ivory orbs, teasing and plucking at the tips. She let out a jagged
breath. “Not fair, David,” she moaned against his chest before her tongue
swirled around his nipple, gently licking and sucking.
“God, Skye. Please,” he groaned. He was teetering on the
edge and seeing her smile up at him with that bright, beautiful, cat that ate
the canary grin, he thought he would burst.
She moved lower, her golden waves brushing over his chest
and abdomen, her hand only slowing its rhythm as her lips came to hover over
his throbbing dick. “Please what?”
“Your mouth. On me. Please.”
“Ahhh…” She smiled up at him one last time then lowered her
lips, grazing them over his glistening tip. He sucked in a sharp breath as her
mouth slid over him, licking the length of him and drawing on him the way she did
those cherry popsicles she teased him with when they were kids.
Wrapping her fingers around his base, Skye took him deeper. Oh my God, this is too good. He tangled
his fingers in her hair, shifting his hips, aching for more. “God, baby. Yes.”
Her mouth was relentless, hungry. Exactly how he remembered
her and how he’d fantasized her to be all these years. He studied her face, the
glow of her cheeks, her lips wrapped around him, and he smiled. She’s
mine.
“That’s so good, sweetheart. Just like that.”
He fisted her hair and she moaned long and low. She took him
deeper, sucking him to the brink of madness. There was no way he would last
much longer.
“Ahh, girl. That’s right… make me come,” he croaked. He ran
his thumb across her cheek, enthralled by the sight of her. Her throat
constricted around his tip as her hand stroked him once, twice and he was gone.
His mind went blank as his entire body surrendered in a
convulsive, mind-blowing climax. Skye greedily took his long release, not
letting him go until the last shudder had passed. When her lips finally
relinquished their purchase, and she looked up at him, that gorgeous, cat that
ate the canary grin was back.
“I guess I did good?” She teased as she slid back up and
tucked herself under his arm.
“Oh, Baby Girl, there are no words to describe what you just
did, but don’t get too comfortable, we’re far from finished.” He was still rock
hard and the only thing that would fix it was to bury himself deep in her tight
little pussy.
He kissed her gently as he rolled her onto her back. When he
moved on top of her, pressing her body into the mattress beneath his, Skye sighed
softly as he eased into her, inch by delicious inch. She was so slick and wet
for him. He propped himself up on his elbows, and paused to savor the feeling
of her wrapped so tightly around him. He kissed her panting, parted lips as she
wrapped her long legs around his hips, fusing them together. Burying his nose
against her neck, he began moving within her throbbing heat.
“God, baby, you feel so good,” she whispered against his
ear.
She writhed and squirmed underneath him with need as he
thrust in and out, deeper, harder, building up speed and urgency in them both.
He lifted his head and stared down into the face of the woman he longed for all
of these years and his heart swelled. He loved her. With every fiber of his
being, he loved her.
“Skye, look at me,” he commanded, low and husky.
She opened her eyes and for several moments they just stared
at one another. Their bodies pulsing to the same heartbeat, breathing the same
air, sharing the same space.
He found Skye’s hand and brought it to his lips. He caressed
the hollow of her palm with the firm pressure of his lips and tongue before he
slid the flat of her hand to his cheek and held it there. His eyes stung as
hers pooled with tears.
“I love you, Skye. I never stopped,” he whispered.
He started moving within her again, out and then in, hilting
himself to her. Her body tightened around him.
Still he held her hand to his cheek. “Stay with me, Skye,”
he groaned. “Stay.” Forever. He thrust into her deep.
“Yes,” she cried out, bringing her other hand around his
back to hold on tight.
His mouth crashed down on hers, claiming, capturing,
plundering. He was never letting her go ever again.
He felt her start to come. She cried out his name over and
again. He held her fast as a million searing sensations shot through him as he
joined her, swelling, stiffening and finally erupting, pouring out his own release
deep inside her.
They lay silent for several minutes, Skye’s tiny body
wrapped up in his, savoring the moment. He felt her stiffen, and she rolled
over to face him, an impish gleam in her eye.
“What’s running through that mind of yours, Skye?” He asked
warily.
She smirked and waggled her brows at him. “I don’t suppose
you actually do have some of that chocolate cake left, do you, David?”
Phew! That was a lovely spicy treat!
ReplyDeleteNicely done.
So many things you can do with that cake frosting....mmmmm!! ;)
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