Endless Love Letter (Love Letter Duet Book 2) by Callie Anderson Page B
Authors: Callie Anderson
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started to remove her jeans, but I stopped her.
“Let me do it.”
Her eyes burned with want and desire. At that moment, she wasn't sick. At that moment, the world outside the four walls disappeared.
It was us.
Emilia and Weston.
I lowered her jeans, leaving only her lace boy shorts. My hand trailed up her body, admiring her pure beauty. She was perfect. Fucking perfect. I would never let her go. Ever.
I brought my lips to the scar that was still healing, where they had taken part of her uterus. As I moved up her body, she pulled my face up to meet hers. Emilia’s lips pressed against mine with more need than before, whimpering as my tongue twirled in her mouth.
Emilia pulled away from my lips and softly bit my chin, her teeth gliding against my skin. “I need you.”
I pulled down her shorts and discarded mine. Unable to keep my hands to myself, I trailed them up her body. Emilia wrapped her arms around my neck and deepened our kiss. My lips danced with hers while the oxygen escaped her lungs. Parting our conjoined lips, I brushed her hair away from her face and looked deep into her eyes.
“I love you, Emilia. All of you. I’ve never loved someone the way I love you. You’re my yellow gel.” I brought my hands to her breasts. Her nipples hardened at my touch, and I rubbed them tenderly.
Her moans and whimpers were all I needed.
With her hands on my face, she kissed me fiercely, her readiness seeping into my body.
Desperate to have her, I kissed her lips, the corner of her mouth, her cheek, then worked my way to her jaw and then her ear, nipping on her lobe before kissing down her neck to her collar bone.
I slid down her body and kissed her shoulder, her chest, her ribs.
I kissed her for all the years we had missed.
Emilia’s hand ran through my hair, gripping it firmly as she moaned forms of my name. I couldn’t keep my hands off her silky skin.
Looking up at her to make sure I wasn’t pushing her too far, I glimpsed in her eyes everything she wasn’t saying. Her lids were at half–mast, her breathing irregular, and she looked desperate for more. Emilia moved her hand from my hair and cupped my cheek. I rubbed my skin against her palm. Turning my face, I placed a soft, wet kiss on the skin of her hand.
I left a path of feather–like kisses over her stomach, across her hip bone, and down one thigh. Emilia opened her legs for me. Crouching down on the bed so I had a better angle, I rubbed my lips along the soft skin of her upper thighs until she was begging for me to kiss her core.
My hands dug deep into her thighs as I brought my lips to her most tender spot. Emilia arched her back and I kissed every part of her. She tasted heavenly.
“Weston . . .” I flicked my tongue over her clit. “Oh God, Weston, right there.” She pushed her core onto my tongue. Her cries only made me want to bring her to a climax sooner, but I took my time, licking her slowly, taking every moan and cry she gave me. Her legs trembled, her words grew louder, and I knew she was almost there. I laced my lips around her clit and sucked gently.
“Oh, Weston!” she cried one last time before her body began to shake. Riding her waves of bliss, I lapped until she begged me to stop.
I pulled away from her body and was greeted with a sexy grin and wild eyes. Emilia pushed off the bed and crawled toward me, her soft hands wrapping around my erection. Stroking it, she lowered her mouth and wrapped her lips around me. Her head bobbed, her tongue and lips making me want to be buried deep inside her. The anticipation was killing me.
I pulled her head away and brought her lips to mine. “Lay back,” I said against her lips. “I need to have you.”
Emilia lay back on the bed. I aligned myself at her opening and pushed inside her. Her body opened for me, her fingers gripping my skin. Her lips pressed against my neck as I pushed deeper inside her.
“Weston,” she murmured.
I kissed her neck, her cheeks, captured her soft
“Let me do it.”
Her eyes burned with want and desire. At that moment, she wasn't sick. At that moment, the world outside the four walls disappeared.
It was us.
Emilia and Weston.
I lowered her jeans, leaving only her lace boy shorts. My hand trailed up her body, admiring her pure beauty. She was perfect. Fucking perfect. I would never let her go. Ever.
I brought my lips to the scar that was still healing, where they had taken part of her uterus. As I moved up her body, she pulled my face up to meet hers. Emilia’s lips pressed against mine with more need than before, whimpering as my tongue twirled in her mouth.
Emilia pulled away from my lips and softly bit my chin, her teeth gliding against my skin. “I need you.”
I pulled down her shorts and discarded mine. Unable to keep my hands to myself, I trailed them up her body. Emilia wrapped her arms around my neck and deepened our kiss. My lips danced with hers while the oxygen escaped her lungs. Parting our conjoined lips, I brushed her hair away from her face and looked deep into her eyes.
“I love you, Emilia. All of you. I’ve never loved someone the way I love you. You’re my yellow gel.” I brought my hands to her breasts. Her nipples hardened at my touch, and I rubbed them tenderly.
Her moans and whimpers were all I needed.
With her hands on my face, she kissed me fiercely, her readiness seeping into my body.
Desperate to have her, I kissed her lips, the corner of her mouth, her cheek, then worked my way to her jaw and then her ear, nipping on her lobe before kissing down her neck to her collar bone.
I slid down her body and kissed her shoulder, her chest, her ribs.
I kissed her for all the years we had missed.
Emilia’s hand ran through my hair, gripping it firmly as she moaned forms of my name. I couldn’t keep my hands off her silky skin.
Looking up at her to make sure I wasn’t pushing her too far, I glimpsed in her eyes everything she wasn’t saying. Her lids were at half–mast, her breathing irregular, and she looked desperate for more. Emilia moved her hand from my hair and cupped my cheek. I rubbed my skin against her palm. Turning my face, I placed a soft, wet kiss on the skin of her hand.
I left a path of feather–like kisses over her stomach, across her hip bone, and down one thigh. Emilia opened her legs for me. Crouching down on the bed so I had a better angle, I rubbed my lips along the soft skin of her upper thighs until she was begging for me to kiss her core.
My hands dug deep into her thighs as I brought my lips to her most tender spot. Emilia arched her back and I kissed every part of her. She tasted heavenly.
“Weston . . .” I flicked my tongue over her clit. “Oh God, Weston, right there.” She pushed her core onto my tongue. Her cries only made me want to bring her to a climax sooner, but I took my time, licking her slowly, taking every moan and cry she gave me. Her legs trembled, her words grew louder, and I knew she was almost there. I laced my lips around her clit and sucked gently.
“Oh, Weston!” she cried one last time before her body began to shake. Riding her waves of bliss, I lapped until she begged me to stop.
I pulled away from her body and was greeted with a sexy grin and wild eyes. Emilia pushed off the bed and crawled toward me, her soft hands wrapping around my erection. Stroking it, she lowered her mouth and wrapped her lips around me. Her head bobbed, her tongue and lips making me want to be buried deep inside her. The anticipation was killing me.
I pulled her head away and brought her lips to mine. “Lay back,” I said against her lips. “I need to have you.”
Emilia lay back on the bed. I aligned myself at her opening and pushed inside her. Her body opened for me, her fingers gripping my skin. Her lips pressed against my neck as I pushed deeper inside her.
“Weston,” she murmured.
I kissed her neck, her cheeks, captured her soft
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