There’s too much honesty in the words. It’s like ripping an old wound open, already knowing that it’ll never heal the same a second time around.
“Regardless of what I said and how I never got another letter from you, I wanted you waiting for me more than I wanted to see anyone else. But then Ash told me where you were, and I was too fucked up inside to think logically about anything, let alone you. I took your absence and the reason for it as one of your petty fits of payback and spent the next decade hating you for it.”
“It’s not nice to call women petty.”
My rebuttal gets caught in my throat when she drops her head and kisses me.
Her fingers splay out over my chest before curling into my shirt and yanking both sides in opposite directions. I groan into her mouth when I feel the buttons give and the heat of her body hit my bare skin. Her touch is calloused as it drifts beneath the split fabric and over every inch of my torso.
“You can take as long as you need to get over Ethan, Rowe. Just don’t take longer than I did. We both know I don’t share your attention well.”
The thinly veiled threat makes my cock hard.
She laughs against my lips when I take her head in my hands and pull her closer. Carding my fingers through her hair, I drag my mouth across her cheek and down to the thumping pulse in her throat. That beautiful laugh dips into a moan so soft it’s almost a sigh.
“You’ve never shared my attention with anyone. Not now, not then,” I rasp.
“Liar. My brother got more of it for way too long.”
I rub my beard against her soft skin, marking it up. “That was different.”
“Didn’t feel like it to me.”
“You jealous, hellcat?”
She leans her jaw against where I’m kissing her, squishing my face until I’m forced to pull back. I smirk, tugging at her nape in punishment.
“Was that a trick question?” she asks slyly.
“Jealous and possessive, then.”
She touches me more daringly. My jeans are still open from earlier, and she wastes no time in reaching inside my briefs. I lock my jaw at the feel of her small hand wrapping around me, stroking just once.
Her eyelids fall to half-mast. “From how hard you are, I’d say you like it.”
“You’ve got no fucking idea.”
“Show me, then,” she taunts, swiping her thumb over where I’m leaking for her.
I watch in awe as she brings the slick digit up to her lips and pushes it between them. A shredded groan escapes me. I fit my hands with her ass, jerking her up my body, away from my cock. She squeaks, reaching for the headboard behind me for balance.
Lust races through my veins, and I sink into the feeling. I move quickly and eagerly as I swat her bare ass and take her lips again. She presses back into my hold and sucks my tongue into her mouth, meeting me touch for touch, kiss for kiss.
“Flip over,” I bark, already guiding her. “You want me to prove it, then sit on my fucking face and let me.”
Her eyes flare, the green darkening as she nods and obeys, suddenly a lot less argumentative. I flip her shirt up and swat her ass one final time before pulling her onto my mouth. There’s not a single fucking thought in my mind that doesn’t involve her and this still-swollen pussy.
“Oh shit,” she moans, pressing against my tongue when I glide it up her slit.
I don’t have to tell her what to do next. Without taking my jeans off, she pulls my dick out and fills her mouth with it. My first instinct is to thrust into the wet heat, but I hold back, busying myself with not letting a drop of arousal slip down my chin and go to waste. She bucks against my lips, not hesitating to take her pleasure despite the intimate position. I throb in her mouth, the confidence she has in spades affecting me more than it probably should.
Tilly hums softly around my shaft, sending the vibrations down to my balls. I take her waist into my hand and grip her ass with the other, forcing her further back and onto my tongue as I spear it inside of her.
We’re moving fast.The reminder is there like a warning in the back of my head, pleading with me to slow down. I move my tongue quicker inside of her as if that’ll make it go away. It’s an annoying prick amongst the pleasure erupting in my middle.
Tilly squeezes my thigh and cries out around my cock so loudly that the annoying voice disappears completely. I let myself go and finally thrust up into her mouth. She gags at the intrusion but strokes me faster, the suction of her lips increasing.
Her cunt soaks my beard as I shift to lash at her clit. She quivers against me, and I know she’s close. The words don’t escape her while I’ve got her choking on my dick, but I don’t need them. Doubt I ever fucking did when I know this woman the way I do.
