It takes me a second to register what’s happening. Her lips are soft, desperate, silencing the growing storm in my chest. I pull back just enough to murmur, “You’re not getting out of this that easy.”
But she is. She’s absolutely getting out of it that easy. Before I can process what’s happening, I’m kissing her back, devouring her neck, peeling off my jacket, and throwing it on the floor.
“I know,” she says, breathless. “Baby, I’ll tell you everything. Promise. But first,” she’s pulls back panting, tugging at my belt buckle, “I just need you—”
When she can’t get my belt undone, I take over. She pushes her tongue in my mouth and wraps her legs around my waist. I lose all thought.
I bite her lip until she bleeds into my mouth, our kisses coppery and sweet. When she pulls back and pulls her t-shirt off, I grab her, gripping her waist, groping for the hem of her tank top.
Yanking open the button and zipper on her jeans, I pull on the shirt, trying to find the bottom so I can take it off her, but I can’t fucking find it.
“What the fuck is happening?” I bellow, pinching the fabric of her shirt. It snaps back tauntingly. “What is this thing? How do I—”
“It’s a bodysuit, Tommy.”
She sucks marks onto my neck, and my eyes roll back in my head. “That—explains—nothing.”
Laughing, she yanks my dress shirt open, buttons flying all over the kitchen. “It’s supportive of…curves.”
I pull the straps of whatever the fuck this thing is so hard I hear a seam rip, but it still stays stuck to her body. “FUCK. I hate it.” I pull out my knife and snap it open. “Don’t move.”
“No, Tommy! It was a gift!”
Pinching the fabric and pulling it back from her skin, I stab my knife into it and jerk it up, slicing it open, her breasts spilling out. Much better.
“Who the fuck is giving you clothes as a gift?”
“Siena,” she says, lowering her voice and laughing.
Stabbing the knife into the fabric, I cut it again in one long sweep, and she gasps. “Don’t wear this shit again,” I growl.
Pulling at the ripped bodysuit, she throws up her hands in frustration and scowls at me. “I’m going to wear it again. Not this one, obviously, but I like these bodysuits and I’m going to wear them again.”
I slide the knife back in my pocket and grab her jaw. “Why are you so difficult? I’m just going to cut that shit off you, too.”
“Why areyouso difficult? I like it, and it’s my body.”
My gaze drops to her mouth then flicks back up to her eyes. She’s smiling at me. I can’t help but smile back. This feels normal, like us. I don’t know what the fuck is going on with her, but she’s okay. We’re okay.
Leaning in, my lips brush hers. “I love your body exactly the way it is.” I grip her waist. “This is my body.” I cup her soft breasts in my hands and run my thumbs over her nipples until she moans. “I own these tits.” I shove my fingers down under the remains of the bodysuit and groan when I slide them through her wet folds. “This is my pussy. Fuck, thiswetpussy.”
She grinds against my hand, and I completely lose track of what I was saying.
“This pussy that’s wet for you, daddy.”
I pull back, my fingers still in her wet heat. She has a funny look on her face when she says ‘daddy’ that I can’t read, and Ikiss her hard before the mood shifts off track again. She kisses me back, gripping the back of my neck.
“Gi,” I say against her mouth. “I’m trying to be respectful of what you need, but if you keep calling me that—”
“I need you to fuck me, daddy.”
Pressing my forehead to hers, I pull in a deep breath. “Tell me what you mean by that. I need you to tell me exactly what you mean, sweet girl.”
Shifting so her mouth is by my ear, she whispers, “I need you to take out that hard cock, push it balls deep inside this wet pussy of yours, and fuck me hard and fast until you come deep inside me.”
“FUCK, Gi.” I bite her neck hard, and lift her enough to yank her jeans down, then pull my knife out and finish cutting off that ridiculous bodysuit.
We melt into each other when I push two fingers inside her wet heat. “Tommy…” she breathes. “Tommy, please…”
