But she was starting to let me see through the cracks, though. In the same way that I was saying things I hadn’t even said out loud to myself in years.
“Come here.” I twisted her in my lap until I was being straddled. Her hands went to my chest and those eyes lingered at my mouth before finding glossy focus. I could read her mind in that moment; we were speaking our own language. So I tucked her hair behind both ears and pulled her lips to mine.
Immediately, Ophelia’s eyes fluttered closed and her fingers swept through my hair, holding on like an anchor. She kissed me good. With a more confident determination than she ever had before. Her mouth set the pace, gliding over mine, teeth sinking into my lip every so often as our breaths mingled. She tasted like honeyed white wine and candy. Like I’d never get her sweetness off my tongue.
My hands explored her chest, down her ribs, settling in the perfect dips at her hips, and rocked her gently. Even that slow, barely-there movement made my breath catch in my throat. The accompanying grunt got her attention.
“You didn’t kiss me the other day,” she mumbled, moving herself back and forth against me without my timid guidance. “On our date.”
I slowed her down, sliding my hands underneath her button-up pajama shirt and squeezing gently. She needed to take it easy on me. “I’m kissing you now.”
“Were you trying to be a gentleman?”
My touch traveled upward, taking an aggressive handful of her breast over her bra. I didn’t want to feel fucking lace, I wanted to feel skin, so I pulled the fabric down and pinched her tightened nipple between two fingers. “No.”
Her back arched.
“Do you not like to kiss women after you come in their mouths?”
My God.
I laughed, my head tilting to rest on the back of the couch and exposing my neck that she then leaned down and started sucking on. Everything in my body was rigid and buzzing, getting needier by the second. “Are you a little tipsy, Trouble?”
She bit my pulse and then my jaw. “Answer my question.”
“We can answer it together later.”
Her lips crashed back into mine and the thin soft cotton between her legs started rolling against me again. It felt incredible, but all I could think about was getting her naked, splayed out on my sheets for a whole night, and making her come so many times she lost count.
Grabbing her hair in a ponytail in my fist, I jerked her head back and kissed a line from her chin to her ear. “Do you want more than this?”
My grip was tight, but she nodded against it.
“You don’t have to say yes,” I told her, pressing my lips to her jaw. “You can sit in my lap and kiss me all night. I won’t mind.”
“I want you to kiss me in other places.”
“Thank fucking God.” I lifted us both and started down the hall with her limbs wrapped around me like a koala. “I gotta put my dick in something wet before I lose my mind.”
She giggled into the crook of my neck as I swept her faster than I’d moved since Delta into my bedroom. The door hadn’t even closed before we started peeling each other’s clothes off. Scrap by scrap, my shirt over my head, her little white shorts down her thighs. Ophelia’s body would never not surprise me; I found something new and lovely and perfect every time I saw it.
Tonight was no different. The soft light from the bedside lamp made it look like there was a golden halo around her entire silhouette, her frizzy hair like an untamed crown.
I kissed her again and again, moving us slowly toward the mattress as she kicked her shorts off her ankles and hopped on one foot and then the other, pulling off her fuzzy socks.
“Don’t get any ideas,” she joked. Her knees connected with the edge of the mattress and I caught her by her elbows before she fell back.
“You have no idea how offended I am that you still think I’m one of those guys.”
Contrary to my words I pulled her back to my mouth eagerly, sliding our tongues together in a desperate rhythm. I didn’t know what it was with this girl but I never knew what to do with my hands. They were in her hair, cupping her jaw, holding her hips. Roaming like I’d discovered a brand-new texture and I wanted to fucking memorize it. Commit the shape of her to my muscle memory.
We were wearing entirely too many clothes for me to properly do that.
As if she had the same thought, she ran those sharp red fingernails down my chest to my stomach, my entire torso tightening like a bungee cord ready to snap. I was swollen to a point in my pants, not hiding in the slightest behind the fabric. Her gaze lingered there as her bottom lip disappeared between her teeth.
“Touch it.” The deepness of my voice demanded her attention. “Take it out for me, O.”
A wicked smile stretched across her pretty face. She curled her fingers into my waistband, wiggling them against the hair that disappeared beneath. “Space heater,” she commented.
I felt like I was dangling off the edge of a cliff, stomach in knots of anticipation, and she was cracking jokes about my body temperature. So I did what any sane man would have done and grabbed the little tease’s wrist and shoved it down my boxers. I kept it there, too. Folding my fingers over the back of hers and showing her exactly how I liked my dick to be held.
“Nice and slow, sweetheart.” Together we gripped me at the base and stroked. I squeezed her fingers harder as they reached the tip and let out a needy, brutish grunt.
She answered with a whimper that sounded so sweet I needed to hear it again immediately. Her little desperate voice shattered my already cracked filter, so I leaned down and whispered against the shell of her ear, “I’m going to put all this cock inside you.”
“Frankie…”
“Tell me you’ve never had one this big.” I helped her stroke me again.
Her silence was all the confirmation I needed. I pulled our hands off my shaft and met her glazed blue eyes with the fire I could feel in mine, then hoisted her up and dropped her on her back on the bed.
“Pull your panties down,” I directed as I helped myself out of my worn, plaid bottoms. I sprung free of my briefs and her attention followed. She did as I asked, as perfect as ever. I wanted to make her feel so good for that. Keeping me guessing outside the bedroom, but letting me own her in every possible way when it was just the two of us alone.
She tossed her lacy thong off the bed and spread her legs wide open for me. And God strike me dead, if that wasn’t the prettiest fucking pussy I’d ever seen. Plush, wet, perfect. The sexiest patch of curly hair pointing me right where I wanted to be.
“Should I lick you before I fuck you?” I pushed her knees down to the mattress and lined my shoulders up between them.
“You should get a condom,” she hummed, trailing her fingers down her body, undoing every last button of her top on the way to her clit.
I should get a condom.
My blood chilled.
Fuck.
Ophelia watched my demeanor change and sat up on her elbows. “What?”
“I don’t have a fucking condom.” What kind of idiot that planned on having sex didn’t have a condom? The kind whose last sexual encounter was over three years ago with a woman that had an IUD for the entire seven that he was with her.
O dropped her head back on the pillows in anguish, but her hand lingered between her legs, fingers circling her blushing, swollen peak.