She confessed, “I’m so,soglad Emily had a sleepover tonight.”
“Fuckyeah,” he replied, emphatically. Then he gave her a sheepish grin. “Sorry for all the swearing. I think my brain is still rebooting. I don’t like to swear so much around women, especially.” He pointed his spoon at her. “But the word ‘fuck’ and ‘Maggie’ seem to go hand in hand. It’s all your fault.”
“I take full blame.” She sighed. “I’m trying to be grounded and mature. Like this is no big deal. But it’s just so…intense.” Should she stop talking about it? Stop talking, period? She didn’t want to freak him out, but they had shared some serious chemistry.
“I told you. My dick spikes whenever you’re near. Now, that could be because it’s been a while for me since I last had sex.”
“How long?” Since they were on the subject.
“Nine months, actually. And I broke up close to eight months ago. We were having problems, and the desire just wasn’t there.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m not.” He smiled at her. To her surprise, he looked a little relieved. “I’m tired of mourning that relationship.” He paused. “The hell with it. Look, Maggie. I’m into you. Way into you. And I’m sorry, but it just happened.”
“Oh.”Now that is what I like to hear!
“I’m not good at games. I don’t know that I’m ready for anything serious yet. But I’m not opposed either. I only know that I can’t stop thinking about you. And now, I really can’t stop thinking about you naked.”
She wore his polo shirt that reached just past her ass and nothing else. “I’m having a tough time not constantly touching you. I just want to run my hands over your entire body.”
He blew out a breath. “Yeah.” He glanced at his lap. “I’m hard again.”
“Good.”
He chuckled. “It must be the arm. I’m a sucker for a girl with a cast.”
“Well, it does have your name on it. It must be yours.”
He pushed his dessert away. “Come sit with me on the couch. Where it’s safe.”
“The bed isn’t safe?” She joined him on the couch and tucked her feet up under her.
“Your bed is sinful. It’s now the place I think about when I consider how to get balls-deep inside you.”
She shivered. She liked the dirty talk. A lot.
“Or when I think about you sucking me off, taking me in your mouth, down your throat.” He stood and pulled off his shorts then took the throw from the couch and put it over the cushion before he sat back down.
He took himself in hand, his thick arousal looking small, dwarfed by that large palm. “Watch me.” Reggie jerked his hand up and down, spread his thighs wider, and continued to watch her while he did.
She wanted to taste him again.
“Take off your shirt, Maggie.”
“Your shirt, you mean. You want it back?” she teased and cupped her breast through the fabric.
His hand moved faster. “Yeah.”
She pulled it off and knelt on the floor between his legs.
“Do it,” he said, his voice gritty. “I want you licking my slit.”
She moaned and put her mouth over him, loving his hiss of pleasure as she licked him then sucked. Taking him all in.
He held her head in place and arched up, thrusting into her mouth. He pumped while she moved up and down, the only sounds in her apartment the instrumental jazz and Reggie’s harsh breathing.
And the sound of her moan as she sucked his thick shaft.
