“There’s nothing pathetic about it. Or you.” I swing out of the SUV and jog around the front, pulling her door open a beat later. “It’s still the best compliment ever.”
She takes my hand, grinning as she threads her fingers through mine. “I mean, Ididgo through a little ho phase in college.”
“Does this mean you saved your big ho phase for me?” I ask, kissing her up the walk to the porch.
“Yes,” she murmurs against my lips, the words transforming to a moan as I haul her closer. “Already hard,” she breathes, her fingernails digging into my neck. “I love that you’re always hard.”
“When you’re around? Pretty much.”
We stumble across the yard, hands roaming, tongues dancing. At the top of the porch steps, she pulls back to dig in her purse for the keys, while I press her against the front door and kiss my way down her throat. I cup her breasts through her sweater, pulse spiking when she sighs, and her nipple pebbles tight enough for me to see it through the thin cotton weave.
Fuck, I can’t wait to get my hands on her, my mouth, my tongue.
My teeth…
“Door,” she breathes. “Must open door.”
“So, we can go inside, and you can bite me more.”
“Yes. That.” She turns in my arms,
“I love that you’re feeling bitey tonight.” I grip her hips from behind as she fumbles with the key. “Promise me you’ll leave a few marks behind when you come? I want to stare at them and think about how good your pussy feels on my cock when I’m jerking off.”
“You have to stop,” she says, still struggling with the lock. “Dirty talk makes fine motor skills difficult.”
“Is confessing I jerk off to thoughts of you dirty talk?” I ask, sincerely wondering.
“Yes. And honestly? The thought of watching you jerk off makes me ridiculously hot.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I say, kissing her neck again from behind as I cup her breasts, pinching her nipples through her sweater. “I love this honest side of you. Tell me more honest things.”
“Upstairs,” she pants as she finally gets the key in. “Now, before I tackle you on the floor.”
“I wouldn’t complain.”
She spins in my arms, fusing her lips to mine as we fall inside, barely pausing to kick the door shut behind us. The alarmbeeps, and she breaks away long enough to punch in the code before grabbing my shirt and pulling me toward the stairs.
We make it halfway up before she starts rubbing me through my jeans, and I’m forced to pin her against the wall. I wedge my knee between her thighs, giving her something to grind against as she strokes me, and kiss her until we’re both shaking. My T-shirt vanishes, but before I can go for her sweater and return the “getting naked” favor, she steps in close.
“You’re so beautiful.” She runs trembling hands over my chest, my shoulders, like she’s trying to memorize every inch of me. Like she’s been starved for this, for the rush of skin on skin. “Sometimes I can’t believe how beautiful you are. Or that I’m the woman who gets to be naked with you.”
“I feel the same way, Strawberry,” I say, my voice husky. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Especially when you’re all flushed and rocking on top of me.” My hands spasm on her hips, squeezing tight as I confess, “I need you on my dick, baby. I need you so fucking bad.”
“Yes, upstairs. Now,” she repeats, firmer this time, fingers digging in my arm as she tugs me up the last few steps and down the dark hallway.
Her room is exactly what I expected—elegant, organized, decorated all in white with what I think are touches of pale blue, though I can’t be sure. We don’t stop to turn on the light. There’s enough moonlight coming through the gauzy curtains to see the hungry look on her face, and that’s good enough for me.
As we collide with the edge of her king-sized bed, I reach for the top of her skirt, opening the button and jerking the zipper down. A second later, the denim is on the floor, and I hit my knees on top of it, reaching for her panties, the smell of the soaked panel between her legs driving me crazy. Her salty, turned-on scent already has my mouth watering for another taste, but she stops me with a fist in my hair.
“You already did that.” Her fingers tighten as I look up, meeting her gaze in the faint blue light.
The way the moon cuts in at an angle makes her eyes look even more otherworldly than usual. With her wavy hair spilling around her shoulders and her green eyes flashing, she looks like a fairy queen demanding her pound of flesh from the human man foolish enough to wander into her magic mushroom circle.
But I didn’t wander anywhere.
I’m here by design.
I’m here because there’s nowhere I’d rather be than here at her feet, between her legs, worshipping her body all night long.
