Her hand goes to my dick, but I arch away. “Don’t. Not yet,” I groan out. “He knows it’s you, and I’m struggling to stop myself from coming just by looking at you.”
Settling between her thighs, I kiss her right nipple, then her left, tracing the outline of the numbers.
She lifts a hand and traces her name on my chest. “When did you get this?” she whispers.
“A while back, when I decided you were the only person to own my heart.” Tears well in her pretty blue eyes. “Hey, hey.” I kiss her tears away. “It’s a good thing.”
“We aren’t there yet. I want to be, but it’s going to take a while.”
“I know, princess. You take as long as you need. I’m not going anywhere.” I kiss her tenderly, tasting salty tears on her lips. “I guess this isn’t a reference to my jersey number?” I grin at her.
She smiles, closes her eyes, and slowly opens them again. “No. It was supposed to be my angel number, to trust the process of everything working out as it should. New opportunities are on the horizon and to remain positive. I thought it was leading me away from you, offering new hope, when it was telling me it was you all along.” She smiles through tears and kisses me long and hard.
“And you, babe. It is about trusting your intuition. You’re a smart woman, so don’t doubt yourself. It’s your birthdate, and you are lucky…” I grin, “… to have me.”
She slaps my ass. “Right now, you’re pushing your luck.” She stops to look at her watch. “I need to…oh.”
My hand is on her stomach, keeping her down, and my mouth is over her pussy. God, she tastes every bit as good as I remember. She slams her hand down on the bed, and her hips buck as I lick and suck, darting my tongue in and out of her pussy.
No one loves this woman more fiercely than I do.
“No, dammit. Stop!” she yells, and her tone scares me. For a moment, I fear I’ve taken this too far. “This is not love, BJ. We need to fuck. We both need it, so fuck me like you never have before.”
I know what she’s doing—the emotion of what we had clouds common sense. I push up onto my knees, with my hands on my hips to think. Her eyes track down my body, lingering where my fingers splay out on the V near my hips, and my cock grows uncomfortably hard, jumping in anticipation. I wrap my hands around the girth, and she scrambles to all fours, leaning forward. She licks the tip, sucks, taking me in her mouth only once before releasing me.
“Open your mouth, Lottie,” I demand.
She shakes her head. “No. Fuck me.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “All right, if that’s what you want.” She might want hate-sex, but I’m going to make her come so hard she’ll want to fuck me every single day. “Stand and face the wall.”
She springs off the bed and stands by the wall. I clamber off the bed and stand by her. “Turn around,” I demand, waiting for her to do as she’s told. “Put your hands on the wall for balance and keep your back straight.”
“What are you going to do?” she whispers.
“Lift you, spread your pussy like a butterfly, and fuck your face into the wall.”
“Oh.”
“Ready?”
“Yes… I’m so ready. Quit stalling.”
With my foot, I gently spread her feet and run my fingers over her rounded ass and between her thighs. I groan when I feel how wet she is—so wet for me. I suck her off my fingers and groan again at the taste. “You taste good, Lottie.” It’s been too long. Charlotte wiggles her ass. “Straight back,” I tell her.
Bending my knees, ready to lift, I hook my arms under the inside of her thighs and lift her in a straight line. She makes a little squeak and balances herself with her hands on the wall. I wish I could see her face. Taking one step back, I open her thighs as much as they allow and command, “Guide me in.”
She lets go of the wall with one hand, and with her help, I push inside her pussy.
“Oh.” She lifts her rear, resisting.
I can’t see her reaction, and it’s killing me. “We’re doing it your way, Charlotte. Give me your body.”
She relaxes, and I push deeper until she exhales loudly. I lift her off, then slowly ease her back down, letting her get used to the position. She moans lightly, and I feel her relax around my cock. Fuck, it feels good to be inside her. Like I’m home. The urge to love her overwhelms me, and I shut it down to give her what she needs.
“You’re ready. Hang on.”
“To what?”
