揕incoln,?she whispers, raking her nails through my hair.
It just encourages me to take her panties down with my teeth. I don抰 even let her step out and leave them on the ground before I go to work.
My tongue sweeps up her seam, tasting her hot little cunt.
There goes my mind.
There go my fingers, a knuckle pressed to her clit, adding fire my tongue can抰。
There goes my girl.
I catch her as she slides down the wall, holding her up while I tongue-fuck her to kingdom come.
And goddamn, does she come for me.
When I feel her tension, her rhythm, and that puff that抯 half curse and all groan in my ears, I quicken my lashes.
I tear her orgasm out like I want it to hurt. She goes off, all molten pleasure, trembling against my face as I grab her ass and mold her to my mouth.
Fuck yeah, Nevermore.
I make her ride my face to the last tremor.
Then she slowly, sweetly, deliriously collapses in my arms. I pepper her face with kisses, bringing her home.
I love that I can afford to be slow and tender, even if my pulsing cock disagrees. From this point on, we have the rest of our lives.
揜eady, sweetheart??I whisper when she finally looks up.
With my fingers laced through hers, I help her to her feet, leaving her panties on the ground. We move back into my place, and I start heading to the kitchen for the glass of water I抦 sure she needs.
Dakota stops, though, centering her weight against my side.
揧ou抮e going the wrong way,?she says.
揑 am??
She nods, gives me a heavy look, and walks in the opposite direction that leads to my room.
揝traight to the point today, huh??
揇on抰 get too excited. It抯 been a month, and I need you. Not just that, I mean, I haven抰 slept well alone since梱eah.?She doesn抰 finish the sentence. The words hang in the air between us.
揗e either,?I admit, pulling her to me, winding my arms around her waist.
揑抦 going to sleep like a kitten tonight,?she says, butting her head gently against my chest.
揥ish I could say the same.?
揥hy not??She looks up at me, startled.
揕ike you said, it抯 been a month. That means I抣l be too busy watching you, woman. My eyes are starved to see you in my bed, where you belong,?I tell her.
Her face screws up with laughter, but her body is tense.
She抯 home. She抯 drenched. She抯 waiting.
She抯 finally mine, but she抯 not the same.
揥hat抯 wrong??I ask.
She shakes her head.
揕iar. What is it??I urge.
She gives a tiny shrug. 揑 just keep thinking what if you freak out again? Or what if棓
I silence her with my lips, an aggressive kiss of denial that makes her limp in my arms.
揇akota Poe, listen. There抯 no chance I抦 strong enough to lose you again.?
揃ut you almost were once…？
揃efore, I had no clue what it was to live without you. Or how perfectly you fit in every corner of my life.?
揑 do??
I chuckle. 揥yatt threatened to kick my ass for spending so much time at the hospital instead of with you. Ma tore me a new asshole in her bless your heart way. I抦 pretty sure if this doesn抰 work out, I抦 getting disowned by everyone.?
She laughs. 揧our mom loves you way too much for that.?
揟here. Now you know how I feel about you.?
She smiles softly. 揝o, this is real.?Her words are a statement and a revelation.
I kiss her again to drive it home.
揘othing抯 ever been this real, and I抦 looking forward to every moment of it. Now, if we抮e done flapping our mouths, I抦 pretty sure another part of my anatomy wants to be heard…？
She nods as I pick her up, throwing her over my shoulder.
揇o you remember the first time you carried me to your room??she leans up, purring in my ear.
揌ow could I forget? It was almost this intense.?
揥hat do you mean almost? I was about to combust before we even made it to bed.?
I grin, gobsmacked at what comes out of her mouth.
揇akota, you own my soul. I love you.?
Her nails graze down my back.
揑 love you, too,?she whispers.
Once we抮e through the door, I kick it shut behind us and lay her on my bed. 揙ne key difference from the first time and today,?I tell her, staring down in wonder.
揧eah??
I stroke her hair, letting my fingers fall through platinum silk as I say, 揟hat was mostly physical but this梩his is with my entire heart.?
She takes my hand and urges me down, kissing my knuckles. 揧ou抳e owned mine for a while.?
揌ow long??I demand.
揑 don抰 know. At least since the first time we made love棓
揇efinitely one of the best days of my life.?I smile at the memory.
揂nd the others??
I press my lips to her forehead. 揟his is one more. I got my girl back.?
揧ou didn抰 let me finish,?she whispers.
揃ull. You finished just fine that day, as I recall. Your nails sank into my back and your body clenched around me. This time, you抣l finish harder,?I promise, nipping at her shoulder.
She covers her face with both hands and laughs.
Little minx.
I grab her, pulling one hand away, and bring it to my lips, kissing her knuckles. Slowly but steadily, I uncurl her fingers and kiss them one by one.
She moves her hand away, quivering. Wrapping her arms around me, she drops her face to mine.
The kiss that comes is one long concert of harsh breaths and wicked desires.
Dakota trembles when my fingers brush her skin, too greedy to control.
I yank her dress over her head. She抯 left in a lace bra and nothing else, her panties still on the balcony.
My face moves down the bed to her tits. I take one nipple through the fabric, dangerously impatient.
Sucking, biting, teasing, I do what I promised.
I bring her home.
Two minutes in, she抯 a gasping mess, barely able to unhook her bra. When she finally frees those perfect mounds, her nipples pucker under my tongue.
I think she might come on the spot.
Before that happens, I roll her on her back, tearing off my clothes piece by piece. I climb over her with a hunger, taking her tits in my hands and pushing those nipples between my fingers as I stare down at the feast before me.
Fuck, this woman.
It抯 not just my heart and soul that抯 hers.
She抯 got the rights to my balls for life.
My tongue returns, rolling across one firm peak. She drags my head tighter against her, low whimpers becoming loud, insistent moans.
Her fingers curl through my hair, down my neck, and graze down my back. I love how her fingernails dance on my skin, urging me to do my best, my worst, my everything.
Tonight, she抣l get my all.
My tongue massages her supple skin until I can抰 stand it.
Until she抯 bucking her hips against my leg, grinding against the rigid hardness she抯 roused, begging me to take what抯 always been mine.
揊uck,?I whisper, tearing away to shift my weight.
I glare down at her, this fragile thing, that tattoo inviting me to take her every which way from Sunday and into the next week.
揕incoln, please,?she urges, winding her legs around mine.
She抯 asking for my fuckery. All of it.
So I grab the base of my cock, glaring down. I smack my swollen tip against her clit several times, teaching her she抯 only on the first level of begging.
She抯 speechless by the time I move in, claiming her pussy, no condom between us. Her pussy clenches me, taking me deep, snapping the last thread of my control.
I bite her lips when my head comes down and my hips go to work. It抯 animal, primal, and somehow still so human it hurts.