“The pink? The layers? Therhinestones? It’s one hundred percent you,” I tell her.
A tinge of pink washes across her cheeks and she smiles. “I had no idea you paid so much attention to what I like to wear.”
I try to swallow past the emotion in my throat but I can’t shake it, and when I speak, I know my voice is thick with it. “I pay attention to everything about you.”
She reaches out and cups my cheek in her palm. “Thank you. For noticing me. Not many people actually do, and it means a lot that you noticed this dress.”
Someone who didn’t know her very well would think she was lying or being falsely modest. Millions of people have noticed her in her life, because of her time in the pageant world and on social media. But it seems like hardly anyone sees who shereallyis.
I set my guitar aside, and pull her towards me, my hands sinking through the layers of fabric and finding her hips. In a moment, she’s in my lap, her knees on either side of me on the couch. She trails her hands over my face again and sucks in a breath when our eyes meet.
“Jonah…” Her voice caresses my name—like it’s something precious to her.
I reach a hand up and push it through the short, silken strands of her hair, and bring her face towards mine. “I’m going to kiss you now, Winnie Grant.”
“And I’m going to kiss you back, Jonah Smith.” A smile dances across her face.
Our lips meet, and melt together. Winnie teases her tongue on the seam of my lips, and then slips inside. I let her explore me with her mouth and her hands, and she kisses me fully and runs her hands up and down my body, then slips them under my shirt and finds my bare skin.
“Touch me back,” she whispers.
I ruck her dress up around her hips, taking care not to rip it, and then run my hands along the top of her thighs. I catch a glimpse of those purple panties again and move her skirts higher so I can see them better. She writhes in my lap, dragging herself along the top of my thigh and I relish the sight of it.
“Are you wet for me yet, Win? Is your cunt soaked waiting for me to touch you?” I growl. I meet her eyes and she just nods, a blush high on her cheeks. “I like making you blush. It’s so pretty.” I run a knuckle along her cheek.
“I love hearing dirty talk but I never know what to say back.”
“If you don’t want to say anything you don’t have to.” I want Winnie to be as comfortable as possible with me. “But if you decide you want to be bold, you could tell me how much you want it. How badly you need me, and where.”
Winnie sucks in a breath. And then she grabs my wrist with her free hand and guides me to her center. “Here,” she breathes. “I need you right here.”
I slip a finger under the edge of the lace and brush through her folds. I spread her wetness around and then pump inside. “You’re dripping for me, sweetheart, aren’t you?”
“Yes. Yes, Jonah I’m soaked for you.” Winnie says the words quietly and her face is even redder than before.
I press my thumb to her clit and she whimpers, but I ease out of her panties. “You’re being such a good girl.” I run my handsalong her back, looking for a zipper. “How do I get this thing off you? I don’t want to ruin it, not when you worked so hard on it.”
“Side zip,” she says, pointing under her arm. She carefully unzips the top of the dress and I lift it over her. She maneuvers herself out of her panties and settles back on my lap. My cock thickens in my pants and I’m impossibly hard now.
I ease a finger back inside Winnie, and she gasps as I pump in and out of her.
32
WINNIE
Jonah’s fingersfeel like heaven inside of me. There’s something intensely sexy about the fact that I’m completely naked and he’s fully clothed. I feel vulnerable, but in a good way, like I can trust that he’ll take care of that vulnerability—he’ll honor it.
“Lean forward,” he says roughly.
I do as he says more quickly than I want to admit, but I find following Jonah’s lead in bed easy. He angles his head so he can capture my nipple in his mouth. He starts to lick and suck at it, at the same time as his fingers move in and out of me. He moves and grabs my other nipple between his teeth, and his finger starts working over my clit. It’s never felt this good with anyone else—but then I’ve never met anyone like Jonah before.
“You’re slippery with need, Win,” he murmurs. “I’m so turned on watching you like this.”
I can do nothing but whimper in response and grind my hips down into his hand. He sucks at one of my nipples again and then bites it lightly, making me see stars. I’m on the edge of pleasure, but Jonah keeps winding me tighter and tighter.
“How would you like to come on my cock?”
I glance down at my husband’s face and see that he has a devilish look on his face, and his pupils are blown wide with desire. I answer him by tugging at his belt. Together we drag his jeans and boxers down far enough for his cock to slip free. It’s thick and long, veined and hard, and I swallow as I take it in.
