Palming her face, I gently brush up her cheek with the pad of my thumb, a soft touch compared to the violence of desire pulsing through my blood. Her head tilts, just a fraction, accepting that small piece of tenderness.
“Fallon,” she quietly whimpers, the sound an exquisite melody.
My lips take hers once again in a kiss that is both punishing and tender. I’m claiming her, branding her as mine.
“Yes, Kitten,” I hush against her mouth.
Her hitched breath comes out as shallow pants as she fists the front of my shirt.
“Ruin me.”
With pleasure.
She gasps in delight when I rend her tank top down the middle, the fabric giving way like tissue paper under my hand and exposing her gorgeous breasts to my heated gaze. Seeing her like this, being able to touch her like this, kiss her like this?—
“You are so beautiful.”
My fingertips roam her creamy, silken flesh, and her body responds with sensuous beauty. A moan, a sigh, the way she trembles under my hand, and how her skin turns to gooseflesh everywhere I touch. I glide my other hand down the curvature of her torso…lower, lower…tracing the contour of her hip, her thigh.
“How wet are you for me?” I graze a finger under the waistband of her jean shorts, brushing lazy strokes back and forth across her navel.
“Why don’t you find out?”
This is a side of her I’m meeting for the first time, and I fucking love it. My dirty girl.
Elizabeth writhes against me when I take my time pulling the zipper of her shorts down. She tortures me with temptationwhen I discover she’s not wearing any panties again. This woman is going to be the death of me.
I bite back a groan when I slide a finger up her slit. “I’m going to fuck you until your voice is hoarse from screaming my name,” I tell her, pushing two fingers inside her wet warmth.
“God, yes,” she moans.
While my fingers hurl her toward a quick orgasm, I kiss her sweet lips and get drunk off the little mewls she makes. Her nails dig into my shoulders as she rides my hand, taking command of her own pleasure.
“Oh, god…Fallon.”
Her spine bows, her muscles lock, and I cover her mouth when she climaxes spectacularly, moaning my goddamn name. Don’t need the kids to wake up and hear me do filthy things to their mother.
Elizabeth crumbles in a replete mess of sated woman in my arms. “You are really good at that.”
My ego does a fist pump. “Just wait until I get my mouth on you.”
Her hum is dirty. “Other way around.”
My cock jerks at the image. Elizabeth on her knees, her perfect lips around my cock. Soon. I have so many fantasies I want to fulfill with her. So many things I want to do to her.
Scooping her in my arms, I carry her into the bathroom.
“Shower?”
“Something like that,” I reply, and the giggle-snort she makes is the most adorable thing I’ve ever heard. “Hold on to me.”
I slither her body down the length of mine and gently lower her to stand. She sways slightly on wobbly legs.
“I think you broke me.”
“Not even close, Kitten.”
Her hands slide up my chest, her lips pressing a tender kiss to my jugular notch. “You have too many clothes on.”
