"Thought you'd never ask," she replied.
"Bed," I said against her lips. "Now."
I pushed away from the surface, careful not to topple the table and send us both tumbling, and hooked my arm under her ass. It was fucking fantastic having something worth holding onto there.
"Mmm," she purred against my jaw. "You shouldn't be lifting me. I'm too heavy, and I just spent the better part of an hour working the knots from your quad. I don't want you straining yourself."
I tilted my head back as I shuffled around the room-dividing screens and inconveniently placed furniture, wanting to catch her espresso eyes before responding. She was busy dragging her palm over my chest and leaving a trail of hungry kisses on my neck, and didn't notice me watching.
"Your time for worrying about my leg is over," I murmured, squeezing her ass for emphasis. "Listen here, beautiful. You've been running this show and doing a damn fine job at it, but it's my turn now. Are we clear on that?"
A laugh burst from her lips, and that response sent my eyebrows arching up. Her only clarification came in the form of her teeth scraping over my earlobe, and there was no way for me to interpret that as dissent. It only took a few steps to reach the bed, and I was yanking off her leggings the second her back hit the quilt.
"You won't be needing these," I said, peeling the dark fabric from her legs. My eyes widened when I spotted a wisp of pale lace nestled between the globes of her ass. I hooked a finger around the thin band circling her hips and pulled it away, then let it snap back. "I've been debating whether you were wearing a thong or nothing at all."
April stared at the bulge in my boxers before meeting my eyes, and a slight smile was curling up the corners of her lips. "You must've been debating it really hard," she said. "I'd like to get my hands around it, but it looks like a thick topic."
Growling, I fisted the thong and tore it from her body. The tattered fabric was feather-light in my hand, but it was the stone holding the dam together. I stared at the lace while every nerve and muscle in my body aligned for the singular task of devouring this woman.
And that was what I did. The bed creaked when I dived between her legs, sucking and licking and losing myself like I hadn't tasted a pussy in years.
Then again, I'd never tasted pussy as good as hers, and that was why I was eating her like she was my last meal.
"Jordan," April purred. She raked her fingers through my hair, rubbing and pressing my scalp as she went. "Jordan. Slow down. This is going to be over too quick."
I shook my head and hummed in disagreement against her clit. I wanted to memorize her sounds, the feel of her against my tongue, the way her body tightened when I pumped two fingers inside her. How she came for me hard and unbelievably fast.
"How was that, honey?" I asked, dragging my gaze up the length of her torso.
"I think you know," she said, a breathless laugh thick in her voice.
Heat was creeping over her chest and cheeks, and her lips were parted as if she was about to speak—or scream. Her braid was trapped under her shoulder. There was something gorgeously disciplined about that plait, but I wanted her dark hair spread out on the pillows, tangled in my fingers, sliding over my skin. Levering up, I reached for the tail, and loosened the tie.
"Better," I murmured, kneeling between her legs. My cock was drilling its way out of my boxers and my lips were slick with her arousal. I reached for her destroyed thong, discarded on the corner of the bed. I dragged it over my face.
"Ohmygod," April panted.
"Off," I said, motioning to her tank top.
"You too," April said. She pointed at my boxers before tugging the shirt over her head. I hooked my thumbs in the fabric but wasn't going any further until April was naked. A bra-type thing was waiting beneath. It was sexy and cute, but I didn't care about that shit right now. I just wanted a face full of tits, and that complicated thing was in my way.
"Off," I repeated, my tone leaving no room for argument.
Her eyes narrowed, and I couldn't determine whether she was about to fire back or follow orders. A moment passed, and this standoff had my cock throbbing for her. Then off it went, and I didn't even blink before drawing her nipple into my mouth.
"The drawer," April panted. "Condoms. In the drawer." She tried pushing my boxers down but failed each time as my dick was snared just beneath the waistband. Sitting up, she curled one hand around my aching length and used the other to vanquish my underwear. "If you don't get a condom right now, Jordan, I'm gonna think you misinterpreted all those comments I made about your cock."
"No, ma'am, I did not misinterpret a word," I said, rolling my hips with her lazy strokes. It was like her body knew how to meet mine, and all I had to do was let myself savor it. "Your hand feels—aw, fuck—keep doing that, honey."
"Check the expiration dates," she said. "On the condoms. I think some of them might be pretty old. I haven't had sex in forever."
Nope, I didn't need to savor. Not when I had a lonely pussy to save.
"No need," I said, going in search of my shorts. "I brought a fresh supply."
Propped up on her elbows, April watched as I produced a foil packet from my pocket. "Either you were exceptionally confident or you're living life to the letter of the Boy Scout law."
I returned to the bed and settled between her legs. "That you're able to carry on a conversation with me right now indicates that my clit-licking game needs work," I said. Once I had the condom rolled down, I gripped my cock and admired the beauty before me. "How about I fix that now?"
