She glides her teeth over her bottom lip, and when her eyes connect with mine, she says, “I think so.”
“Good,” I answer before I pick her up and stand from the couch. Her arms wrap around my neck, and her breasts press against my bare chest. It’s such a delicious feeling that I almost feel sad that I’m going to break the contact soon.
“This is all so . . . weird and new to me,” she admits. “It’s hard for me to wrap my head around it.”
I carry her into my bedroom and lay her on the bed before I reach for her waist and take off her shorts, leaving her completely naked. Being able to see her naked whenever I want is like a goddamn dream. “I’m still trying to wrap my head around it as well,” I say as I push my shorts down and grip my erection at the base. I squeeze it and let out a hiss as I take in her perfect body.
The swell of her hips.
The way her nipples are pebbled all the fucking time.
The slight part of her lips as she watches me stroke myself.
“Tell me this, Lia, how did you like having my cock in your mouth yesterday?”
She swallows deeply before saying, “I liked it . . . a lot.”
“Good answer.” I stroke my length, running my hand over the head while Lia’s eyes remain transfixed on what I’m doing. “Did you play with the vibrator after?”
“No.” She shakes her head.
“Why not?” I ask.
“Because.” Her hand floats over her breasts, and I watch in jealousy as she plays with them. “I didn’t think I was allowed to play . . . without you.”
I swear my dick gets even harder from her response.
Wetting my lips, I then lower to the bed, where I hover over her with one hand on either side.
“That’s an even better answer,” I say as I lower my mouth to her chest, where I nip along her skin. “Feel free to play whenever you want without me, but . . .”—I lift to look her in the eyes—“always think about me.” And then I pepper her chest with kisses, going from one side to the other, sucking on her skin, nibbling, leaving my mark so when she wakes up tomorrow and looks in the mirror, she knows exactly who she belongs to.
Her hands drag up my back and to my neck, where she plays with the short strands of my hair. “Do you . . . do you really find me attractive?” she asks, surprising me.
She hasn’t said very much during our last encounters, other than to tell me she was enjoying what I was doing, but today is different. She’s bolder today, she’s more open. More inquisitive.
To answer her question, I take her hand and place it on my hard-on. “You tell me,” I answer.
She strokes lightly, and her touch feels like fire, stoking the flames with every move of her hand.
“And . . . and you really want me?” she asks.
I pull her nipple into my mouth and suck hard, causing her chest to lift off the bed. When I release the little nub, I say, “I think about you every second of every day, Lia. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.”
I kiss down her stomach and hover there, loving how she’s squirming for my touch. “Any other questions?”
She wets her lips and nods.
“Hurry up, because I’m fucking starving.” I lower and dip my tongue against her pussy, causing her to moan.
Her eyes squeeze shut, and on a breathy moan, she asks, “Is this just fun for you . . . or is it something more?”
I bring my mouth to her pussy, and I spread her. I don’t lick her just yet, I only hover, and when she glances down at me, I say, “This is so much fucking more.” And then I dive my tongue against her clit.
“Oh my God,” she says as her legs spread and her hands fall to my hair.
This is my fucking happy place, right here, between her legs, making her moan my name. And I’m so fucking mad at myself for taking this long to realize it. Sure, I was always attracted to her, but it took a goddamn second for me to figure out that I wanted her. And that makes me infuriated. Because I nearly lost her. I would have hated myself forever if I’d lost her.
I press my tongue along her clit, sliding it slowly, and when she lightly breathes out my name, I know it’s time. I move away, and as she protests, I flip her to her stomach.
“Wh-what are you doing?” she asks.
I drag my hand down her spine and over the curve of her ass. After smoothing my hand over the round globe, without thinking, I smack her ass, leaving a red handprint.
“Fuck.” She grips the comforter beneath her but doesn’t protest. So I do it again. “Breaker,” she breathes heavily.