Suddenly my face is shoved back. Hard. She grips me by the shoulder of my shirt and rips me up until I’m back on my feet. I stare down at her. Shocked and horrified, worried that I pushed her too fast for my own gain. Except her hand meets the back of my head, and she thrusts me forward until our foreheads bump.
Then she’s kissing me, moaning into my mouth, and tasting her pussy on my lips.
But her kiss. God, how I love her kisses. They’re magic and mystery and seduction and lust. They make me so hard. Hell, all of her makes me hard, but her kisses are something elseentirely. A spell only she casts on me. It’s why I wasn’t going to kiss her. I knew if I did, it would fuck me sideways, and it is.
I kiss her back with everything I have, but I’m not done with her pussy yet.
“That night I first kissed you, I felt robbed when the power came back on,” I whisper. “I hated it. I was so angry. I wanted to strip you naked and feel your body and fuck you so goddamn hard. Then the power came back on, and I saw who you were, and I felt like the worst sort of devil for how you made me feel.”
She rips at my hair, but I press my forehead to hers, forcing my truth between her lips.
“I craved you. I was desperate. Let me show you just how much.”
She gives me a shaky nod, and I return to her pussy, barely able to stay away for long. Her clit is thrumming with blood, thick and plump, and I suck it between my lips so I can work it. My fingers slide back in and out of her, but not just slide—I’m pumping, fucking, my wrist angled to drive them in and out of her. All the while my lips and tongue and teeth even eat her.
I go and go, but she’s not coming despite how close she is. And she’s close. I know she is. She’s soaking my face and moaning and rocking and trembling.
It’s mental.
Her hand slips into my hair while my fingers rub the spot that’s the perfect counterpoint to where my tongue is licking. All I can taste and smell is her cunt. All I can feel are her thighs against my cheeks and her hand in my hair. I can hear her moans. They’re not quiet despite Zoey being upstairs.
I pull back and smack her pussy with my wet fingers before I use them to rub her clit. She’s staring down at me, watching me, but something is definitely preventing her from letting go. A wall she’s constructed.
“What is it? Tell me.”
She shakes her head, her blonde hair beautiful and wild. “I told you I’m broken.”
“You’re not broken, my sweetheart. Not even close.” I rub her faster, and her eyes roll back in her head as her breathing quickens. She’s holding back, or maybe this is the point that always stops her. I can’t tell which, but I can tell she’s too in her head, too cerebral to come the way her body needs.
I stand and kiss her, my lips against hers as I play with her, but I slow my pace.
Capturing one of her hands, I bring her palm to my chest, over my pounding heart, so she feels how excited and turned on I am.
“This is from you. You’re doing this to me.” I force her hand lower to my cock, where she rubs and grips. My eyes close, and my forehead presses into hers. “Skylar,” I groan. “Can I jerk off?”
“I told you I can’t come.”
I grin. “Who said I was anywhere close to done?” My eyes open. “You’re in your head, Little Swan, instead of here with me. What is it?”
She shakes her head.
“Is it more of that bullshit ugly girl syndrome?”
“What?”
I pull my fingers from her pussy and lick them before I cup her face. “You told me about it. About the things people said about you. The lies they filled your head with.”
Her eyes pinch closed.
“God, Skylar. You don’t see yourself the way I see you. If I could, I’d strip you down and spend hours worshiping your body to show you just how fucking gorgeous I think you are. I want you so badly. So fucking badly. You are so sexy to me. But for now, I’ll prove it to you from my side.”
Her eyes flash open to meet mine.
“Can I jerk off? Can I come all over your pussy while I touch you?”
She blinks about ten thousand times at me. “Why would you want to do that?”
“Because no one has ever turned me on as much as you do. Because you need to see that and feel it and know it’s true. But I want us to do it together. To feel each other together.”
