Back to Life Series Box Set

by Danielle Allen

  I was in such a daze; I wasn’t sure how much time had passed when we slowed down breathlessly. With a smattering of tiny, lingering pecks, he pulled his head back. I opened my eyes to find him staring at me with the same intensity as that kiss. Panting, we just stood frozen, watching one another.

  “Wow,” I breathed, inaudibly.

  “I want you,” he admitted huskily, with his hands still firmly cupping my face. “All of you.”

  Leaning down, he kissed me again.

  That kiss was insistent and soaked in desire. It sent chills down my spine and incited that dull ache between my thighs. The pull deep in my belly caused me to clench tightly and throb with anticipation. That kiss wasn’t him giving me an invitation to his body—it was an RSVP to mine.

  “I want you, too,” I murmured, running my tongue across his bottom lip. “I want your heart. I want your mind. I want your body.” I ran my hand down the front of his pants and felt the hard bulge prominently announcing his desire for me. “I want every inch of you.”

  He pressed his lips into mine, groaning into my mouth. “How bad do you want me?”

  Pulling our lips apart fractionally, I gently squeezed his balls in my hand before applying pressure to the length of his dick. “I can show you better than I can tell you.”

  Letting his head drop backward, he swore under his breath as I stroked him. “I want to take my time with you, Emily; but if you keep doing that, I’m not going to be able to.”

  I grabbed his collar and pulled his lips back to mine. “I’ve been waiting for you and this dick for twelve months. I don’t want to take my time anymore.”

  Our lips collided and we kissed, stripped, and touched our way to the second floor of the townhouse. With one of my legs being hoisted up by him, CJ basically carried me up the stairs. By the time we were in his bedroom, I only had on my pink strappy G-string and he had on just his boxers.

  The neighborhood lights faintly illuminated the darkened bedroom. We only stopped kissing long enough for him to close the blinds on one of the windows. That separation gave me enough time to catch my breath and appreciate the work God did on CJ’s body.

  I didn’t even try to hide the fact that I was openly salivating over him.

  “What do you want?” CJ asked me sexily as he removed his boxers, freeing what had to have been nine inches of thick cock.

  I gaped at it. Licking my lips, I found myself mesmerized by his movements.

  He took a step closer. His voice was huskier, sexier as he stroked himself from base to tip. “Em, did you hear me? What do you want?”

  My mouth watered. I’d never felt so desperate for anything in my life.

  Crossing the room, I pushed him against the wall and kissed him with a complete surrender of inhibitions. He pawed at my body as I replaced his hand with mine. Without warning, I dropped to my knees before him.

  Looking up at him, I saw his jaw drop and his breathing change.

  His ab muscles clenched tightly as the prospect of what my next move would be teased him. “What are you doing?”

  Lifting his dick, I licked the smooth skin of his shaft from the base to the tip.

  He sucked in a sharp breath as his entire body flexed.

  Starting again, I held his balls and I ran my tongue all around his shaft before swirling it around the head. The deep guttural sound that erupted from him caused me to squeeze my thighs together to alleviate the agonizing ache between them. He sounded as if he were trying to hold back as my saliva coated him.

  I was so turned on.

  Sitting back on my haunches and stroking him, I stared into his heavy lidded eyes. My hand slid easily up and down the slick surface. “Do you like it?” I uttered hotly.

  He let out a shaky breath. “Yes.”

  I tightened my grip on him and stroked with more intention. “Do you love it?”

  “God, yes.” His teeth were clenched and his hard body was taut with want.

  I put my lips against the head of his dick as if it were a microphone. “Then let me hear it,” I purred before flicking the tip with my tongue and sucking the head into my mouth.

  He let out a noise and rocked his hips into my mouth. Once I adjusted for his girth, I continued to work the bottom of the shaft with my hand as he pumped the top half into my mouth. His balls were hot and heavy in my hand and when they tightened, even I moaned.

  I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took as much of him as my throat would allow. Resisting the urge to gag, I looked up at him again.

  Grabbing my bun that was quickly unraveling, he pulled me off of him with a loud grunt. Letting out a little laugh, he gave me a predatory look. “You’re going to pay for that.”

  I bit my lip as he lifted me to my feet. Desire twisted in my gut. “Gladly.” My voice was thick with yearning. My eyes dipped to his lips and then back up to his eyes again.

  Without warning, he tossed me onto the bed and I bounced on the firm mattress. The room was quiet except for my heavy breathing and the sound of a drawer opening and closing. Anticipation was getting the best of me. Ordinarily, I would’ve felt exposed in just my G-string and nothing else, but I felt nothing but a deep-rooted craving for CJ that superseded anything else.

  The bed dipped as he crawled onto it. Desire heated my body and my senses heightened with expectation. I reached up, letting my fingers trail up his arms. His muscles flexed under his weight as he balanced himself above me. I caressed his shoulders and up his neck. When my hands moved to his face, I pulled him closer until our lips touched.

  The kiss was slow and sensual. He was in complete control as he determined the pace and the tempo. When I would try to make the kiss wilder, he pulled back, hovering just out of reach, until I relaxed into the mattress again and allowed him to come to me. It was infuriating in the sexiest way and I couldn’t do anything about it.

  I wanted him even more.

  “Cedi,” I whimpered as soon as he pulled away and started kissing down my neck.

  My nipples were so hard that they hurt. They seemed to tighten the lower his kisses moved down my chest. He lingered over the swell of my breasts, taking his time, before returning to the valley between them. He lightly sprinkled kisses down my sternum and continued to set my body on fire. Wherever his lips touched, goosebumps exploded all over my skin.

  “Yes,” I breathed when he started inching closer to my nipple.

  His moves were slow and methodical as he made his way back up and over the fleshiness of my breast. When I felt the wet heat of his mouth cover my nipple, I felt the spark of my pining lust run straight through my body and I moaned loudly. The ache deep inside of me only intensified as he alternated between each breast, giving them both the attention they wanted from him.

  With leisurely kisses, CJ made his way down my belly. Each time his lips made contact with my skin, I arched my body toward his mouth, hoping to make the contact last longer. He was purposefully alternating between kissing my skin and allowing his lips to graze the fine hairs that covered my body. I was so focused on his mouth that I didn’t expect to feel his fingers slowly stroking me.

  I cried out, gripping the comforter between my fingers.

  His lips trailing kisses from one hip bone to the other combined with the sensation of his finger lightly caressing my sensitive flesh was almost too much to take.

  I let go of the comforter in order to touch him again. “Cedi, I want you inside me,” I whispered as my fingers lightly scratched the back of his head.

  “How long have you wanted me, Emily?” he growled as he slid my panties to the side to eliminate the barrier.

  “Oh, God,” I panted breathily as he pushed his finger through my sensitive folds, probing my wetness. I let out another moan as he hooked his finger into my g-spot. “Oh God, yes…”

  His skilled in-and-out movements had me on edge almost immediately; I felt as though my orgasm would be fast approaching.

  “You didn’t answer my question.” His voice was hoarse, seep
ed with want and only turned me on more. My entire lower body clenched and he let out a little laugh and removed his finger, dragging it across my clit as he sat up. “Were you finding it difficult to talk?”

  “That’s mean,” I panted, my chest rising and falling quickly.

  Removing my panties completely, CJ spread my legs so wide that if I weren’t a dancer, it would’ve hurt.

  “Me? Mean?” He placed his hands on top of my surgery scars. “I’m just getting started,” he whispered, his raspy voice full of promise.

  Without a second thought, he leaned down and kissed the healed incision marks before he started alternating kisses between each thigh until he was right at the apex. His broad shoulders securely pinned my legs open and with a small flick of his tongue, he licked my clit.

  “Cedi,” I called out, my arms flying above my head. “Mmmm…”

  My eyes shut and my hips rose instinctively. I felt him breathing on me as he slid a finger back inside of my wetness and brushed his tongue against my clit again. With painstakingly slow movements, he explored the depths of me with his finger. I tried to stifle the whimper as it rumbled from the depths of my pleasure.

  He waited.

  He waited until I thought I knew what was coming. He waited until I felt the slow in-and-out motions were consistent. He waited until I felt a semblance of control again.

  And then he changed everything.

  With no warning, he licked and sucked on my clit while working a second finger inside of me. I moaned loudly as the fluttering feeling deep in my belly was blowing my mind and building up to something massive. The way he was licking and sucking and fingering could only be described as witchcraft. He was conjuring up a reaction I’d never even heard or felt before and my body was completely under his spell. There were things he did to my body that no one had ever done and it was as if he knew what I needed better than I did.

  He was stoking a fire that was on the brink of raging out of control. I needed him inside of me.

  “I need you. I need you please,” I begged as my body screamed for him.

  “And I need to taste you,” he growled in return, sweeping his fingers against my g-spot.

  Hearing his words sent an electric charge through every inch of me and I was shaking. I ran my hands over my breasts and toyed with my nipples. He was in total control of my body as he continued to build my orgasm, before pulling his fingers out of me altogether.

  “No, no, please don’t stop…please,” I murmured as I tried to push my hips upward so my clit could meet his lips again.

  I’m so close.

  “Please Cedi, plea—” My sentence broke off abruptly and I moaned incoherently as he buried his tongue inside of me.

  I whispered his name over and over again as he worked his tongue inside of me. I felt myself losing control. Returning his mouth to my clit and reentering me with his fingers, he perfectly timed his pressure, pushing me over the edge. I bucked feverishly against his tongue as my body imploded with blissful gratification.

  “Mmm,” CJ moaned as he gently extended my pleasure.

  My heart was going wild as my body hummed with excitement. “Wow…” I breathed as I continued to be immobilized. “Wow.”

  Moving his lips up my chest and neck, his mouth finally returned to mine. We both moaned as we shared sloppy, passionate kisses. I could taste myself on his lips and that reminder of what he’d just done to my body only turned me on more.

  My hands covered every inch of his body that I could reach. His hard cock was spearing me teasingly so I wrapped my legs around his waist and lifted myself toward it. I felt him smile against my lips.

  “You’re tender right now,” he growled, biting my full bottom lip. “And I want to give you a minute to recover.”

  He kissed me deeply and I sighed.

  “Because I want you to take all of me...”

  He kissed me and his tongue met mine.

  “I want to fill you with all nine inches…”

  He kissed me and I moaned at his words. He kissed me harder in reply.

  “I want to be buried in your tight, wet…”

  I leaned up and kissed him before he could even finish his sentence. Lifting my lower body from the bed, I let him know I was ready. I couldn’t wait anymore.

  He tore his lips from mine and sat up, catching his breath. He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a foil packet from the drawer. Opening it quickly, he rolled the condom over his cock. The entire time, he watched me watching him in awe.

  He reached down and tweaked my nipples before letting his hands settle on my hips. Lowering my lower body to the bed, he let out a slow ragged breath, pinning me down.

  “Do you remember when we first met and I was trying to be a gentleman?” He didn’t wait for my response before he continued. “You kept flaunting this sexy body”—he gripped my hips—“giving me a lap dance and grinding on my dick.” He let out a rough breath. “You knew exactly what you were doing to keep me thinking about being inside of you…” His voice broke sexily as he moved his body forward. “Because I thought about it a lot…” He rubbed his dick against my wetness. “I thought about being inside of you every…single…day.” He applied pressure, letting my wetness suck the head of him in. “You’ve had me ever since.”

  We moaned in unison.

  With each inch, he filled me, stretching me out deliciously. I fought to keep my eyes open, but the pain was too good. It took a minute for us both to adjust to the tight fit and when it happened, I shuddered.

  “Cedi,” I whimpered, already on the brink of another orgasm. I dug my fingers into his shoulders as I felt his balls rest against my ass. “Oh, oh, oh.”

  Once he was completely buried inside of me, he paused. “Fuck,” he swore before moving his hips slowly, pulling out of me. He let out a rumbling noise in the back of his throat. “Em… Fuck.” He stretched me and the word out as he tried to withdraw himself.

  The sexiness of that sound and knowing I caused him to make it made my heart flutter. Wrapping my legs around his hips, I locked them in place at the ankles. He rotated his hips and I gasped.

  Moving his hips, he used my wetness to slide back and forth, in and out. With each stroke, I got wetter and the wetter I became, the rougher CJ’s breathing became. Once I was so turned on and lubricated that he could seamlessly fill me all the way up in one swift stroke, the tender, loving CJ took a back seat.

  Without warning, the CJ that wanted to fuck me since day one thrust into my body hard. Incoherent words rolled off my tongue as he slammed himself into me repeatedly. I didn’t know how he knew what I needed, but he did.

  “Yes,” I cried out in desperation.

  “You like that? You like me filling you up, don’t you? You like me stretching you out, don’t you?” he grunted, pounding harder, making contact with my clit on each plunge. Our bodies collided, smacking together, applauding. “Fuck!”

  “Yes yes yes…” My garbled words tumbled out of my mouth as disjointed whimpers of wanton passion.

  My eyes closed as each moan grew louder and needier than the one before it. I was overwhelmed by the fullness I felt and by how quickly I was losing control. CJ manipulated my body in a way that drove me wild. I clawed at his arms, gripping his muscles, trying to hold on before I started my freefall.

  “Cedi, that’s it. That’s it. That’s it. Yes, please, yes, yes, yes,” I panted.

  He felt so good on me and in me that I didn’t want it to ever end, but he was too good for me to hold back. I felt myself tightening around him as I lifted myself into him, harder, faster. I worked my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust and the tension that had been building in my core spread throughout my entire body. With one final blow, he took me over the edge.

  “Yes,” I cried out as my heart raced.

  “Fuck,” he groaned as I started to shake. He dug his fingers into my fleshy thighs. “Give it to me, Emily.”

  Just hearing the strain in his voice was too much for m
e and my body jerked upward, becoming rigid. Clenching tightly, I milked him as he ground himself into me with deeper, longer, harder strokes. My orgasm was on a loop as wave after wave of pure pleasure hit me. Trembling radiated from the spot where our bodies were united and moments later, a primal grunt escaped his lips as he found his own euphoric release.

  The sound of heavy, satiated breathing and soft sighs of sexual carnality filled the room. My heart felt like it would leap out of my chest and I couldn’t breathe.

  CJ kissed me before rolling off me. Unable to get enough, I just rolled on top of him, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him. The slickness of our skin and the way he palmed my ass intensified the kiss.

  “That was better than anything I imagined,” I confessed breathlessly. I rolled to the side of him. “And believe me, I imagined greatness.”

  He turned to his side and put his hand on my cheek. Even in the dark room, I could see the promise of something in his dark eyes. “Same here.”

  The pitter-patter of my heart wasn’t just due to the best sex of my life; it was due to the man who delivered it. I was in too much of a fog to deal with the emotions that bubbled up as we stared at one another. But the desire to say words that I wasn’t ready to say permeated the moment.

  “This is intense,” I admitted quietly.

  He let out a breath that was heavy with affection and instead of responding, he kissed me, overpowering my mouth with his own. When he pulled back, his dark eyes searched mine. “That means you’re finally mine now.”

  I put my hand over his heart, feeling his rapid and inconsistent heartbeats. I let my hand drift down to his tight abs. There was a tightening in my chest and my voice was barely above a whisper when I replied, “From the time that we met, there hasn’t been a moment that I wasn’t yours.”

  Chapter 23

  Sunday, December 3rd – 9:19am

  Last December, I was in bed, struggling to get up because of a surgery I didn’t want to have, for a man that I didn’t really trust, for a relationship I really couldn’t count on.