Fighting for Flight by JB Salsbury (easy readers TXT) 📕

looks at me as if seeing me for the first time. Her shaky hand covers her mouth. Her head rocks back and forth slowly in what looks like disbelief. She doesn’t say it back and I don’t care. I love her. If she’s not there yet, I’ll wait as long as it takes until she is.

Without warning, she launches into me, our lips fusing together in wild passion. Her tongue slides into my mouth along with a soft moan that shoots to my throat. I tilt her head to plunge in deep, walking her backwards to the closest lounger. I crave Raven in a way that makes the dozen yards to the house seem like miles.

Laying her back, I brace my body above hers to keep from crushing her. I flex my hips into the warmth between her legs. She grinds into me, and I fight the urge to claim her here by the pool. Not like this. She deserves better.

I move to my spot at her neck and feel her racing pulse against my tongue. Her hands slide from my lower back to my stomach where she runs her fingers along the waistline of my shorts. She pulls at my zipper.

“Not yet, baby. Soon, but not tonight,” I whisper against her skin before nipping at her earlobe.

Her hands fall away on a hopeless sigh. I nuzzle her neck to avoid the look of rejection that I’m sure colors her face. My body screams to join with hers. To show her how deep my feelings run. But I’d never forgive myself for taking her in my backyard like a cheap party date.

“Baby, I’m sorry. I want you, I do. But you deserve—”

“It’s okay. But you said soon. Promise?”

I grimace at the dejected sound in her voice.

My lips skate along her jawline to her mouth. “Yes. I promise.”

Sliding my hand against the smooth skin of her belly, she writhes against me. I pull her shirt over her head and take in her bright green bra. My thumbs make firm passes over the sensitive tips through the silk. Feeling isn’t enough. I need to see them. I tug the fabric down, releasing her full breasts to the tepid night air. Fucking gorgeous.

I kiss the valley between them, breathing in her subtle sweet fragrance. She arches her back in a silent plea. I smile against her eager little body before taking her breasts into my mouth, first one and then the other. The sweet taste of her delicate skin increases my appetite for more.

I pop the button of her shorts, and she lifts her hips for me to slide them down her legs.

“Good girl.”

“Jonah—”

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you.”

Her eyes flare and she bites her lip. I take a deep breath and remind myself to take it slow. This isn’t the get in, get out operation I’m used to. For the first time, I’m not thinking of my own needs. Only about taking Raven’s body to new places, to express what I feel emotionally through loving her physically.

Her lips curl in a wicked grin as she shimmies off her matching lace panties. I watch in awe as she reveals her perfect body to me. Sitting up to unhook her bra, she removes the last scrap of covering, my gaze held firm by her seductive show. She’s completely exposed, and I stare in wonder as she falls back on the lounger, legs parted.

“You’re stunning.” My voice sounds heavy and rough with desire.

I rip my shirt off over my head and toss it behind me. My lips ache with the urge to taste every inch of her olive skin.

“Hmm, I was just thinking the same thing.”

I run my hands along her thighs, her knees falling wide open in response. “Raven, I need to taste you.”

She nods her head once, her body yielding to my every touch. Perfect.

Taking my time, I kiss the tender skin of her inner thigh. With teasingly long swipes of my tongue, I give her a sample of what’s to come. Her heels dig into the lounger, and she pushes her hips up, searching for contact. Just the invitation I need.

I take my first taste and growl in pleasure. So sweet. I fight the urge devour her, wanting to take my time and make it last. She moans and rolls her hips. I look up the length of her toned stomach to see her eyes squeezed shut. That won’t do.

I back off. “Baby, look at me.”

Her eyes lock on mine, passion swirling in their blue-green depths. I slow down, but maintain eye contact. Every hitch of her breath stimulates my need to please her.

This is so different. And more arousing than anything I’ve experienced in the past. My love takes a front seat to my body’s desire for release.

I stare, absorbed in the visual of her mouth dropped open as she pants for breath. Her bare chest heaves with every flick of my tongue. Moans turn into desperate cries and her legs quake. Slow is no longer an option. I want nothing more than to hold her, to feel her against my lips while she falls apart for me. Her hips push and roll, seeking. I lock my hands on her hips, holding her still, and give into her body’s demands.

She grabs a fistful of my hair, holding me to her, pressing me deeper. Her voice catches and she calls out my name in release. Moans of pleasure fall from her lips, and the sound sends shockwaves straight between my legs. My stomach tightens, and I flex my hips into the lounger, groaning at the relief in the friction. I continue until she squirms, unable to give her up. With a final, tender kiss, I pull away. She falls back, her body sated and limp.

My girl. Her eyes are closed, and I’m entranced by the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathes. I gently press her legs together, removing myself from in between, to climb in next to