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Authors: Anie Michaels
Never Giving Up (Never #3) (36 page)
My hands slid up his chest, fingers rippling over hard muscle as I pushed his shirt up, urging him to remove it. He was free of all his clothes quickly, crawling over me with a growl. His mouth chased mine all the way to the head of the bed where his lips finally caught me, kissing and breathing and taking everything from me. His hands were everywhere, skimming over my thighs, moving around to grasp at the swell of my bottom, covering my breasts, palming them, thumbs brushing over my nipples, causing me to cry out.
My body woke up, no longer submissive to his seduction. My hands wandered over his arms, my leg hiked itself over his calf, my hips rolled up to find him.
He placed wet kisses along my collar bone, moving in towards the valley between my breasts. I felt him pull the silk and lace away from my body as he continued down, his mouth capturing my breast, taking my nipple in his mouth hungrily.
“Oh, Yes. God, Porter . . .” My hands were in his hair, hips still grinding upwards, trying to connect. “Don’t stop,” I cried. His tongue flicked over one nipple while his fingers started tugging gently on the other.
“You taste fantastic,” he said around my breast. His words registered but I couldn’t respond, couldn’t find the words. His mouth and hand moved away from me and I heard myself moan at his absence. He grabbed the hem of the nighty I wore and started pushing it up and over my head, leaving me only in the lace thong that came with the ensemble. Once I was free of the garment his mouth began its pilgrimage down my body again, gifting my skin with his tongue and lips. When he made it to the thong I felt his laugh rumble in his chest.
“These look rather flimsy.” Without another word he wrapped the lace around his hands and pulled it apart slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. Eventually, the panties gave way and I was left bare and trembling.
“I hope those weren’t expensive,” I managed through a shaky breath.
“Only the best for my wife.”
Without further conversation his mouth descended upon me and I gasped as his tongue caressed me, parting me, and only adding fuel to the heat he’d already built there. His tongue worked quickly, first just gliding up and down but then I felt him deeper and I lost the ability to keep my eyes open or my mouth closed.
“Yes, Ella.” He rasped against my most sensitive skin. “Give me all of your sexy sounds. I want to hear you whimper. I want to hear you scream.” He moved his mouth to my clit and my hands moved into his hair. He worked me like he was starved, relentlessly swiping his tongue against me, kissing and sucking until my back was arched and my hands gripped his hair tightly, holding him against me.
“More . . .” I managed. The pressure was maddening. I was just a fragment away from breaking to pieces. His tongue and lips and mouth had sent me skyrocketing into bliss and I wanted so desperately to crash back down on a wave of ecstasy. “Oh God, just a little more . . .” I begged. I felt him shift and gasped when his fingers entered me. He pumped in and out, matching the rhythm of his tongue, and the pleasure became almost too much to bear.
“No, no, I can’t . . . please . . .”
All the muscles in my body were coiled, tightened, ready to snap. My head shook back and forth, my voice pleading for the orgasm that would surely end me. Porter responded by growling against me, the vibrations pushing me that much higher, his fingers becoming more aggressive, and his other hand reaching up and palming my breast. I mewled and thrashed, experiencing the universe’s most brutal and beautiful build up in the history of orgasms, and all it took to send me over the edge were his eyes. I looked down, wanting to watch him work my body into hysterics. Our eyes met and all I could see in the chocolaty pools was love. His eyes pleaded with me to come, to give him everything I had, to offer myself to him in that way.
And then I fell.
I crashed.
I burst.
I was still in the middle of the most exquisite orgasm I’d ever experienced when he slowly entered me. Shaking and trembling, my hands found his face and pulled him down to me. I didn’t have the wherewithal to kiss him, I just held his mouth against mine, breathing him in, still coming down, still floating back to earth.
He slowly pumped in and out of me, prolonging my superb orgasm, expertly building me towards another one before I’d even landed from the first.
“You’re all I’ll ever want, Ella,” he said, suddenly changing the mood of our lovemaking from scorching and hot to heart wrenching and beautiful. “I’ll never need anything as long as I’ve got you.” His words touched me and his mouth splayed tiny kisses along my neck and he continued to move inside me.
Tears pricked my eyes and I gently kissed his shoulder, wrapping my arms around his back, pulling him even closer to me.
“You’re my everything,” I whispered against his sweat-slicked skin.
“Tell me you’re mine.” His hips picked up speed and he began thrusting quicker, his hands roaming my body as if he couldn’t get enough of me.
“I’ve never been anything but yours,” was my answer, and the truest words I would ever say.
“Forever.”
“Always.”
He’d had enough words and I felt his primal side take over again as he leaned up and away from me, his hands moving to my ass, lifting my hips up and driving deeper and deeper into me. My hands gripped the sheets beneath me and I watched with true rapture as my husband lost himself in me. I loved giving him my body and nothing was hotter than watching him enjoy me. He moved me how he wanted, manipulated me to bring himself bliss, and I aimed to be anything and everything he needed in that moment.
I wrapped my legs around him, bringing him in deeper, hearing him groan with pleasure. I moved my hips in time with his, loving the idea of giving him everything, but also bringing myself back up, building another orgasm. He grabbed one of my ankles and placed it over his shoulder, his hand caressing my calf and thigh as it trailed back down to my waist. He pumped faster, the new angle adding depth, and my mouth opened with a moan.
“Oh, God . . .” I mewled.
“Yes,” he rasped. “Fuck. You’re so wet.”
I couldn’t answer him. I couldn’t form words. All I could do was let him use me, let him bring me higher all over again.
I knew he was close. His hips moved faster and his hands were grasping me wherever they could find purchase: my hips, my waist, my shoulders. He desperately tried to begin and end inside me and I wanted him there more than anything. I hung on the precipice, just waiting for him to take me with him.
One of his hands grasped the curve between my shoulder and neck and held on as he pumped in and out quickly, and his other hand reached down and caressed me where our bodies met.
“Together,” he breathed.
And together we fell.
An hour later I was sprawled across Porter’s body, his arm behind me, my leg draped over his, my head laying on his chest. The hand he had behind me ran through my hair, his fingers trailing through my tresses as we lay quietly with each other. On his stomach lay a plate with a piece of cheesecake and I watched as he lifted a bite to his mouth.
“Oh, God. That’s good.” His voice was rough, sleepy, and sated. I smiled as he scooped up another forkful and brought it to my mouth. I wrapped my lips around the cake and sighed in contentment as it melted against my tongue.
“Nothing in the world beats the taste of your mother’s cheesecake,” I said between swallowing and licking my lips.
“Hmmm.” He responded around another bite.
My mind, still high and elated from being with my husband, made its rounds through the random and happy thoughts flitting around my brain. I thought about Mattie’s party, how happy she looked surrounded by family and friends. I thought about my husband, playing with our daughter, making her laugh and making her smile. I was instantly filled to the brim with love and feel the familiar pang as tears start to well in my eyes.
I moved to wipe one away and took a deep breath to halt any others from falling.
“Hey,” Porter whispered, his finger wiping away the wetness from my cheek. “What’s this about?”
I tilted my head up to his face and smiled at him.
“I was just thinking about our day, and our life, and our family, and I realized that I am so incredibly happy. You’ve made me so happy, Porter.”
He pressed a kiss to my forehead and continued to glide his fingers through my hair.
“I promise you,” he whispered against my hair. “Whatever you’re feeling, it doesn’t come close to how I feel. There’s no way to measure the joy you’ve given me.”
I sighed and met my husband’s eyes. He always looked at me with love, but in that instant I also saw wonder and contentment and fulfillment and peace. My hand found its way to his cheek and I loved the feeling of his stubble against my skin. My thumb grazed gently against his cheek.
“Did you ever, in your whole life, think you’d be this ridiculously happy?”
His mouth quirked in a small smile and he leaned down, brushing the tip of his nose against mine, softly and gently.
“Never.”
I hope you’ll all look forward to Kalli’s story.
Never Standing Still
Coming 2015
To all my beta readers who helped me mold my story, I appreciate you so much! Becca, Kara, Andrea, Lynn, Kelly, Kim, and Lesley, thank you so much for all the time you spent on my book, I appreciate the help so much!
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Brook and Krysta, as always, thank you both for your hard work and for being so supportive the last year and a half. I couldn’t have done it without you. Krysta, thank you for being with me at my first signing. I probably didn’t tell you how much it meant to me to have you with me, but it was huge. Thank you.
To my family, thank you for the unwavering support, traveling with me, Mom, and helping me spread my wings in this new and exciting job. Demian, you’re the best husband I’ve ever had. Honest. Thanks for watching me leave the house every Saturday morning and not giving me a hard time about it.
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