“Huh? Did you say something?” Women like attentive. I know it, and I’ve failed because I want to be so tuned in, she doesn’t have any reason to doubt that I’m focused on her a hundred percent. I don’t like failure. “I’m sorry.”
She laughs. “I asked if we could just go a little bit faster. I’ve missed you.” She says the word in a whisper, but it’s loud enough for me to feel it in my bones. And she breaks into a jog, pulls me along with her. When we get to the truck, we’re both laughing, but then she blocks the door so I can’t pull it open for her to slide in. “Hang on.” I have one hand on the door handle and the other is holding the bag of our desserts when she pulls me down, kisses me, sliding her tongue along the seam of my lips.
When we move apart, I know I need to see where this is all going and she’s looking up at me, smiling, so I take the chance. “Belle, do you want to make this shit official? Put a label on it so when people ask, I can say,this is Belle, my girlfriend.And you can say,this is my boyfriend, Walker.”
Every second or part of a second or hour–I can’t tell how much time is passing but it feels like the world is spinning with deliberate and punishing slowness–makes my gut ache until a slow smile spreads across her face. And then I breathe out, lower my head and claim her mouth. It’s a hot kiss, tongues swirling, mouths mating. It’s a kiss I feel in my gut, in my dick. I want more but she ends the kiss on a panting breath then lays her head against the passenger window and shifts to one foot. “I don’t know who taught you to kiss like that, but I’m thinking whoever it was needs a thank you card. Maybe some flowers. A bottle of wine.”
I chuckle. “I love…” Shit. “The way you think.” Fuck. I’d been about to say something I’d never be able to take back.
She grins. “You think that’s good, when we get to your place, I’ll tell you what’s really on my mind.” Her wink is sweet. Sexy. “And what I want to do to you.” Then she turns and climbs in the truck, slides to the middle as I shut the door and run around the front, dick harder than granite could ever hope to be. I climb in behind the wheel.
And then it takes every muscle I have to restrain myself so I don’t press the gas pedal to the floor. She makes it more difficult because she keeps her hand in my lap, pinkie stroking close to my balls and my jeans are suddenly too tight. I need to shift, move, do something to lessen the strain, but short of whipping my dick out and jerking off, there’s not much I can do, plus I don’t want to waste it. I want to be buried inside her when I come. And this can’t happen soon enough.
Finally, I pull into my driveway, into the garage, and shove the shifter into park. She turns me toward her. “I want you, Walker.”
I want her, too. So much. And then she’s fumbling with my zipper, freeing my dick, taking off her panties, and moving to straddle my lap. In that order.
“I am the kind of woman who gets what she wants.” She hikes up the skirt part of her dress and uses my dick to tease her clit. We’re both looking down until I lift my head and stare at her face. Her eyes are closed and she throws her head back then raises up on her knees and slides down my dick so I’m buried inside her while she rocks, bounces, swirls her hips.
My eyes close because the pleasure is so stark, raw, so fucking amazing I don’t know how to deal with it. I can’t stop reeling. My fingers dig into her hip on one side, her ass on the other. I pull the dress open at the top and first my fingers then my tongue finds her nipple. She cries out when I take the nipple into my mouth. I love that she’s sensitive to every touch, every kiss.
I’m thrusting up now and she bouncing to meet every push of my hips. And she kisses me. Hard. There’s nothing timid or soft in this one. It’s desperate and hot. My fingers tangle in her hair, twist. She gasps then squeals with delight.
“I like that.” Her voice is broken with panting breaths and nothing in my life has ever sounded sexier. Although, I doubt I’ll find anything about unsexy. She has a half smile on her face. “Squeeze my ass.”
I suck her nipple again, my head bobbing with each bounce while i squeeze her ass cheeks, and my fingers caress her ass crack. She cries out, grinds while I’m deep inside her. So fucking deep.
The pleasure coils inside me. I’m ready to bust but I’m hanging on because I want her to come. I roll my finger down, pressure her asshole and she clenches so I pull away. “No. Don’t stop!”
She holds my head against her breast and I flick her nipple with my tongue, suck her into my mouth. I thrust upward and move her hips with the pressure of my hands. And she cries out, arches her back. “Walker! Oh God, Walker.”
Her body thrashes and all I can do is hang onto her while she rides out the passion and eventually collapses against me.
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
BELLE
Morning comes in like a lion after a long night of making love with walker. In the kitchen. The living room, the bedroom, the shower, the hallway. Finally we fell asleep in his bed, laid facing one another, kissing when one of us woke, touching when we were both awake.
But now, he’s sleeping. I roll away and grab my phone from the table. I text Molly and Maisie in a group text.
ME: Me and Walker are official! Anyone want to celebrate with me tonight?
It takes a second but Molly texts first.
MOLMOL: Count me in. How about 7 at The PitStop?
MAISIE: Oh! Scene of the crime! I’m there.
ME: I’ll be there at 7.
Walker takes my phone and puts it on the table because he’s awake now and again, he’s ready, dick hard, hands caressing my face. “I believe I promised you breakfast in bed.”
But I’m wired. I don’t want breakfast in bed. I want Walker in bed and breakfast at one of the bar tables inside the bakery. I’ve been looking forward to the donuts since he mentioned them last night.
“Why don’t we domein bed and then we can go to breakfast after?” I smile, and this time, I want him on top of me. I want sweet, slow morning sex.
“I like the way you think, baby.” And then he’s on me, kissing, touching, moving his cock in and out. We’ve done so many things I can’t keep track, but now he’s looking at me in the morning light, and I don’t cover myself because his gaze is all appreciation. And then he sits back on his knees, dick still inside me. “Play with your nipples.”
