The Missing

her across the deck. He didn’t make it far, though. His hands in her hair, his tongue in her mouth, it wasn’t enough; he needed to be inside her body, inside her soul. Sinking to the deck, he took her with him. He lay down on his back and stared up at her. In the faint, golden light her skin gleamed. Her eyes met his, and a small, feline smile curled her lips as she straddled his hips and braced her weight with her hands on his chest.
    The most perfect sight he’d ever seen in his life, Cullen knew. Until she reached up and pushed her hands through the sexy, tousled curls. Her breasts lifted with the movement, and Cullen’s mouth went dry. “I need you,” he whispered, sliding his hands up her torso, one stopping to cup her breast, the other curving over her neck and pulling her down to meet his lips.
    “Then have me,” she sighed against his mouth.
    It only took seconds to free his cock, seconds to lift her up and then push inside her, and it was still too long. She was soft, silky wet, and strong, wrapping around his cock like a silken glove, and he needed it to last. Forever.
    With his hands on her hips, he rocked up into her. Her lips clung to his, but neither of them closed their eyes. This moment—they’d been waiting for it for years, their entire lives, it seemed. Closing their eyes meant missing out on something, a sigh, a flutter of lashes—anything. Nothing could be missed, not then.
    So they watched each other as they made love, Taige riding him while he filled his hands with the sweet curve of her ass, her hips, her breasts. Everything that he could touch, he touched. Every part of her that he could taste without breaking contact, he tasted.
    Like any perfect moment in life, the ending came rushing up way too soon, and Cullen gritted his teeth, tried to hold back. He could feel how close she was to coming, but still, he didn’t want this first time over with so fast. His body, though, and his heart, they had other plans.
    Sliding his hand between her thighs, Cullen touched her, traced the skin of her pussy where she was stretched so tight around him, then her clit. At the first touch on that hard little bud, she moaned. “Come for me, baby—I don’t want come alone,” he whispered, staring at her face, even though the sight of her hovering on the brink was almost more than he could handle.
    She screamed out his name and came, hard, fast—once—then, as he bucked under her and started to drive upward, shuttling his cock in and out in hard, rapid succession, she came again. That time, they fell together.
    And when it ended, they remained sprawled on the deck in the cooling night air, wrapped in each other’s arms, together. A faint smile curved his lips as he stared up at the night sky.
    Turning his head, he kissed her temple. “I’ve been waiting for just this. Seems like I’ve been waiting for it my whole life.”
    “Hmmmm . . . me, too.” She lifted her head just an inch and gave him a smile that damn near stopped his heart. Happiness and satisfaction gleamed in her eyes, and she whispered in a teasing voice, “It’s a good thing I’m a patient woman.”
    Cullen laughed. “Patient, my ass.”
    “Okay. Maybe not.” Then she squirmed a little, pulling an arm free. Cullen groaned in disappointment, but she reached up, touching her finger to his lips. “Maybe I’m not patient. But you were worth waiting for. You made me whole again, Cullen.”
    Kissing her finger, he whispered, “No. We made each other whole.”