She reaches for the hem of her sweater but I bat her hands away. “You’re mine to undress.”
“I’m not yours.”
“Hell, yes, you are,” I grumble. “But I’m happy to show you you’re mine over and over again.”
She shivers. “O-o-o-kay.”
I quickly undress her. I don’t have time for slow today. Not if I’m going to fuck her more than once before Adele gets back home.
“And now the party can begin,” I murmur once she’s naked and laid out before me.
“Why aren’t you naked?”
“Sweetness, if I’m naked, I’m inside you. And I need to prepare you first.”
“Prepare away.”
I smirk. “Thanks for your permission.”
I press my lips to hers and she immediately opens for me. She may sass at me, but she doesn’t deny me what we both want. What we both need. Her tongue reaches for mine and we duel until I growl to let her know playtime is over.
As I continue to explore her mouth, I draw my hand down her body. I stop at her breast to play for a while. I massage and knead the flesh until her nipple is a hard point. I pinch it and she moans before wrapping her legs around my waist.
She begins grinding against me and I unwind her legs from my hips. She mewls but I ignore the protest.
“Don’t worry,” I mutter against her lips. “I’ll give you what you need.”
“But you’re too slow,” she pouts.
“Do you want me to tease you instead?”
She groans.
I bite her lower lip. “Trust me.” I soothe my tongue over her lip.
“I do trust you.”
My heart contracts at her words. She trusts me. This woman, who wouldn’t give me a chance because she was afraid I’d abandon her the way her dad did, trusts me.
I’m one step closer to getting her to fall in love with me. One step closer to ensuring she’s latched onto me and won’t let go.
I release her breast and trail my hand down her body until I reach her core. I bypass her clit and go straight for her pussy. I plunge a finger inside and moan at how hot and wet she is.
“You’re dripping for me.”
“What did you expect?” she asks in a breathy voice.
I add another finger and pump into her pussy until her walls tighten and quiver around me. I pause. I want those walls tightening and quivering around my cock. Not my fingers.
“Why did you stop?”
I remove my fingers and meet her gaze as I lick them clean. Her eyes flare and I can’t resist tasting her mouth again.
“Do you taste how sweet you are?”
She moans in response and my cock weeps in my jeans. I need to be inside her. I need to feel her surrounding me. Her heat. Her scent. Her taste. I want it all.
I tear myself away from her lips and jump to my feet. I rip off my clothes before yanking open the bedside drawer and digging out a condom.
