“And . . . and you really want me?” she asks.
I pull her nipple into my mouth and suck hard, causing her chest to lift off the bed. When I release the little nub, I say, “I think about you every second of every day, Lia. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.”
I kiss down her stomach and hover there, loving how she’s squirming for my touch. “Any other questions?”
She wets her lips and nods.
“Hurry up, because I’m fucking starving.” I lower and dip my tongue against her pussy, causing her to moan.
Her eyes squeeze shut, and on a breathy moan, she asks, “Is this just fun for you . . . or is it something more?”
I bring my mouth to her pussy, and I spread her. I don’t lick her just yet, I only hover, and when she glances down at me, I say, “This is so much fucking more.” And then I dive my tongue against her clit.
“Oh my God,” she says as her legs spread and her hands fall to my hair.
This is my fucking happy place, right here, between her legs, making her moan my name. And I’m so fucking mad at myself for taking this long to realize it. Sure, I was always attracted to her, but it took a goddamn second for me to figure out that I wanted her. And that makes me infuriated.Because I nearly lost her.I would have hated myself forever if I’d lost her.
I press my tongue along her clit, sliding it slowly, and when she lightly breathes out my name, I know it’s time. I move away, and as she protests, I flip her to her stomach.
“Wh-what are you doing?” she asks.
I drag my hand down her spine and over the curve of her ass. After smoothing my hand over the round globe, without thinking, I smack her ass, leaving a red handprint.
“Fuck.” She grips the comforter beneath her but doesn’t protest. So I do it again. “Breaker,” she breathes heavily.
“What?” I ask as I smooth my hand over the red spot.
“I . . . I don’t know.”
I spank her again, and this time, she lets out a hiss. “You like it, don’t you?”
On a light moan, she says, “Yeah.”
“But you weren’t expecting to like it?”
She shakes her head.
Smiling, I spank her again . . . and again. The sound reverberates through my bedroom, and I know it’s a sound I’m going to commit to memory because it’s so sweet, hearing her softly moan with each slap.
I rub my hand along her ass, massaging it lightly, letting the sting of the spank be smoothed by my palm. And then after a few more seconds, I spank her again.
“Breaker,” she cries out.
I smile and then prop her ass up into the air, where I slip my hand between her legs and feel just how wet she is.
“That’s fucking right, Lia.” I fun my finger along her slit. “You’re ready for me.”
I release my hand, walk around the bed, and then lie down. I put my hands behind my head and say, “Okay, come here.”
She peeks up from where her head is resting on the mattress and asks, “What do you mean?”
“You wanted to sit on my face. So come sit on it.”
“Oh.” Her cheeks redden to a dangerous shade of embarrassment. “I, well . . . we don’t have to.”
My eyes narrow. “You said you wanted to. Therefore, you will do it. Get over here. Now.”
“Breaker, I just . . . I’ve never—”
