Perfect Song (Mason Creek Book 2) by Lauren Runow (christmas read aloud .txt) 📕

closer to me, all is lost. Every bit of emotion I felt tonight is healed by this one kiss. Her kiss.

I honestly never thought I’d feel any of these emotions again. Not the ones I felt when I saw that man touch Justine and definitely not the ones I’m feeling now.

She wraps her leg across my body, and I instantly get hard. As I grind up against her, the slight moan that escapes her lips is the exact invitation I need. She might have been pissed at me before, but I know I have her full permission to take this as far as I want to go, and right now, I want all of her, naked underneath me and screaming my name.

As I run my fingers under her shirt, I feel her slightly pull away, so I can move it up and over her head. Gliding my hand across her bare back makes me groan, and I only want her more, but I also need to slow this down. No matter how much I want to fuck her and claim her as mine, marking her with my cum, that’s not what we both need.

I need to show her exactly what she means to me.

I palm her back, grinding against her again to relieve any type of pressure I can get.

Her hands reach down to my belt buckle, undoing it and then quickly moving on to my button and zipper. When her hands move around my cock, I have to close my eyes tightly to not let the pleasure get the best of me because right now is the most turned on I think I’ve ever been.

Before, when I was first learning my ex-wife’s body, I was so young. I was just excited to be having sex. This is so different. This is real.

I roll her onto her back and kiss my way down her neck, to her clavicle, breasts, navel, and then to her pants. As I unbutton the top button and slide down her zipper, I look straight into her eyes. I want to tell her how much she means to me, but I know this is too early. That kind of stuff can wait. Tonight, I want to show her just how amazing she makes me feel.

I slide her pants down her legs after removing her shoes. Feeling her smooth skin along the way makes my chest tight.

How can one woman affect me in so many different ways?

I kick off the rest of my clothes and slide toward her, wanting to feel every inch of her naked body pressed against mine.

As I lie on top of her, I run my fingers down her hair and to her cheek. I’m hoping this simple glance and this small touch say everything I’m feeling. With the way she’s staring back up at me, I think it does. And even better, I see the same way I’m feeling reflecting in her eyes back at me.

I lean down and kiss her lips softly, passionately, emotionally. As I rub my cock against her, I can tell how wet she is already, just from our bodies being together.

Moving my hand down her body, I run it through her slit, circling around her clit until I get to her opening, where I’m met with the slickest, most welcoming spot I’ve ever felt.

“Please,” she moans against my lips. “I want you inside me now.”

Hearing how bad she wants me hits me hard, and for a second, I can barely breathe. Taking a deep inhale, I run my tip against her entrance, wanting nothing more than to slide in bare.

She nods her head. “I’m on the pill. It’s okay.”

Fuck me.

If I thought I couldn’t breathe before, now, I feel like I’m in cardiac arrest. The girl of my dreams wants me as bad as I want her, and I’m more than willing to give her everything I’ve got.

“I’m clean. I promise, I don’t normally do this kind of thing,” I whisper, needing her to know I would never do anything to harm her.

“I know. I trust you.” She grabs my ass, spreading her legs wider.

My cock slides in with ease, and I have to pause just to get my bearings. I grip her hair with both of my hands as I squeeze her tight. She does the same, and I swear I see stars like I’m floating into the dark night sky.

When I slide out of her, she lets out the sexiest sound, better than any music I’ve ever heard. From now on, she’s my music, my song, my lyrics, and my melody, all in one.

We find our rhythm while I keep my eyes closed, letting every sensation, every noise she’s making, every touch I feel be the only things guiding me.

I speed up, and she screams in ecstasy. I slow down, and she moans and wiggles her body against mine in desperation. I’m in the best fucking spot of my life, and knowing she’s here, with me, is a dream come true.

Her pants get deeper, her grasp tighter, and I know she’s close. I rock my hips in just the right way, and when she gasps every time I push into her, I know I’ve hit that spot.

Her hands grip my back as I hear her harsh intake of air, and I pause, letting her pussy clench around me as her orgasm rips through her body. I watch as her head falls back, and her breath is silent.

When she slowly comes back to me, I pump two more times inside her and let go as I kiss her lips. Claiming her one last time as mine and hoping it’s forever.

Chapter Nineteen

Justine

I wake up, feeling unusually content. Tucker took me to new heights I hadn’t even known were possible, and all I want is more.

I hear the strums of a guitar coming from the open door of our balcony. It’s sweet and melodic and so enjoyable that I close my eyes, curl into the sheets, and let