Yeah, she likes this. When she starts rubbing her body against me, I know she’s ready for a little more than just my fingers caressing her hips.
I skim my fingers up her arm. Her skin is so damn soft. She moans as I cup her right breast, molding the weight in my hand, my thumb grazing the hard point.
Her hand slides up my back, then down again, fingernails raking my skin. With a groan, I break the kiss, needing to know how her tits taste.
Her eyes are closed when I bend my head and draw her right breast into my mouth, through her thin cotton tank.
“Hunter…” she moans, tangling her fingers in my hair and rocking her pussy against the top of my thigh.
Groaning at the heat she’s kicking off through her shorts, I yank the front of her tank top down and give her nipple a firm lick. Her back arches. I insert my thigh between her legs, and she grinds her pussy against it with increasing desperation. I know exactly where this is heading if we keep this up, but I’m not ready to stop yet, and neither is she.
Sucking her right tit, I smile as she groans in frustration when I release her with a wet pop and move to her left. I had in mind that I’d put her on this counter, bury my face between her spread thighs, and she’d come over my tongue.
That isn’t happening now.
With every rock of her hips, I grit my teeth and order myself not to come. I grasp her hips, crush her against me, groaning as with each frantic rock, the side of her thigh rubs firmly against my cock.
Her breathing is labored as I lift my mouth from her breast to reclaim her lips. With a sweet, sexy moan against my mouth, her hips buck as her climax hits.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I hold the explosion back with everything I have.
My body doesn’t listen.
I clamp her against me, groaning against her throat and holding her still.
Two minutes later, we’re still wrapped around each other, and she’s fighting to catch her breath with her face against my chest.
I’m not sure when her hair fell out of her loose topknot, but I take full advantage and run a hand through the silky strands.
“Well, that wasn’t how this was supposed to go,” I say cheerfully.
Maisie lifts her head, her cheeks bright red as she meets my gaze. She pulls her pussy from against my thigh and lifts her tank top to cover her breasts.
Even before she moved, I felt her retreat. It’s easy to guess why: she thinks I regret this.
“Not you,” I tell her, clasping her hips to stop her from running. “Me. I’m talking about me.” I give the front of my shorts a pointed look.
She glances down, brow furrowed, then peers back up at me. “You? What did…” Her voice trails off, and her eyes widen. “Oh.”
Grinning, I kiss her. How can I not when she’s this pretty when she blushes? “Yeah, oh.”
I press my forehead against hers. “That is not what I came down here to do. Coffee. Breakfast. Spend the day with you. Those were the plans. Not lose my mind watching you make pie from the doorway, pin you against a counter, and cum in my pants like a sixteen-year-old boy.”
Her eyes flick down again, and her gaze lingers.
Laughing, I press myself against her. “For the love of everything, don’tlook. I want you to see me at my best.”
She peers up at me, and her eyes turn soft as her lips curl into a smile. “You’re blushing.”
“I was doing everything I could to impress you in the kitchen last night, and this morning I come down and dothis? Damn right I’m blushing.”
“It’s sweet.”
I lift my brow, torn between kissing her again and hugging her. “Nothingabout the contents of my shorts and the reason for thisblush is sweet.”
Her fingers graze my jaw in a far too brief caress. “Well, I think it is.” Blushing again, she avoids my gaze as she admits, “What you did made me feel really good. I didn’t realize I could feel that good so fast.”
Frowning, I forget my embarrassment. “Your ex didn’t?—”
