Change of Hart (Wells Ranch, #3)(113)
“Morning, baby,” she mumbles into the skin covering my collarbone. Her fingertips feather across my chest, and when I open my eyes, she smiles up at me.
“Hey, you.” I lick my lips slowly, letting my eyes adjust to the sunlight streaming in through the living room bay window.
The woman I love is wrapped in my arms, on a makeshift blanket bed, after spending our first night in our house. One day she’ll decorate this space with furniture and anything else she wants. One day I’ll carry her through the front door on our wedding night. One day, I’ll stand in this spot rocking our baby to sleep.
She squirms against me, covered only by a thin sheet, grinding my leg. When I scoop her chin in my hand, tilting her face so I can kiss her, she rolls her hips. Catching friction on my thigh, she lets out the sweetest moan, and the sound goes straight to my cock. Each movement of her hips has the leg of my boxer briefs riding up, until I realize she’s already ditched her underwear, and there’s a soaking wet pussy riding my bare thigh.
“Baby, fuck. Are you this wet for me?” I reach down and swipe my fingers up her slit, collecting her wetness. When I pull my hand away, it’s glistening in the sun, and I suck my fingers clean. That’s all it takes to turn my semihard morning wood into a fully erect blanket tent.
“You promised we wouldn’t have a single day where I’m not on your cock. It’s been a full week.”
“I think I said strangling my cock, specifically.” I kiss her, tangling her tongue around mine. “It’s not enough to just have you on it. I need you falling apart with my cock deep inside you. I need your pussy milking every drop of cum from me.”
“What else do you need?” She’s found the perfect pace now, rubbing herself against my leg with a symphony of lip-biting whimpers.
“I need to suck on your perfect tits.” I gently roll her nipple between my fingers, the metal barbell hot against my callused skin. I bend slightly, trying to keep my leg still between her thighs, and kiss her chest. “I need to see my cum all over you.”
She moans, with a breathy, “Yeah?”
“Fuck, Blair. I need you.”
“You have me. All of me is yours for the taking.” A whimper slips free from her lips, pussy hot and wet on my thigh. And I bite down on her nipple piercing.
I want nothing more than to be inside her, but I also promised I’d take care of her. And that means putting aside the things I want, if she’s not feeling up to it.
“How does your ankle feel? Any pain?”
The instant her head starts to rock side to side on the pillow, I’m tearing her from my thigh and aggressively pulling my underwear down. My cock snaps to attention without the restrictive fabric, and the slow lick of her lips has me ready to burn the world down for a taste of her pussy.
So I kneel between her legs and drag my tongue up her slick cunt, savoring the sweetness. Then I sit back and admire my girl—her breasts jiggle slightly with every panting breath, and a few barely-there hickeys fill the empty spaces between the smattering of freckles painting her skin. “Look at how perfect you are.”
I slip a finger inside her, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth when her back arches, hair splaying across her pillow. I suck and bite at the delicate skin around her pussy, creating a watercolor smattering of light purple bruises on her creamy skin, encouraged by the slap of her hand down on the blankets and the accompanying moan.
“Holy fuck, why does that hurt so good?” She squirms under me.
“Because you love being mine.”
Blair shifts to force my lips close to where I know she’s desperate to be touched, with a panting, exhaled “Yes.”
I dive back in for meaningful licks, flicking the tip of my tongue across her clit until she’s grinding against my face, tugging my hair at the root. Thighs constricting around my head.
Suffocate me, baby.
She comes with a stuttering contraction of every muscle in her body, her good leg wrapping around my skull to make sure I don’t let up until the hurricane tearing through her is over. And all at once, her muscles fully relax.
I look up at my girl, licking the taste of her from my lips, and she stares back with a needy glint in her eye. Rocking her hips and grabbing at my shoulders, nails dug into my flesh to force my cock toward her pussy. The head of my cock slips inside her tight entrance, and it steals my breath like a blow to the chest. Nothing has ever felt as good as being with her.
“Fuck. Don’t think I’ll ever get used to how good it feels when you stretch me with your cock,” she pants.
“It’s so fucking good, baby. So fucking tight.”
Sliding my hand under her ass, I lift up and her muscles get even tighter around my dick. It takes a deep breath to adjust to the sensation, so I don’t come before I’ve even moved inside her. Then I slip a pillow between her and the floor bed and fill my girl to the hilt. The moan that escapes her only makes me more wild with need, turning each thrust into a rough, hungry attempt at getting another sound to slip from her kissable lips.
She claws at my thighs, eyes rolling into the back of her head, and when I ease up on her mouth, she replaces it with a pillow. Her muffled voice cries out my name, and a string of expletives, into the down. And I punish her hips with my fingertips, pulling her to meet me with every push, bearing down on her.
My cock’s swollen, begging for release with the feel of her ridged inner walls squeezing it. “Lose the fucking pillow and look at me. I want my name to echo off the fucking walls when you come.”