Not to upset me.
But to draw me in.
My thumb slips under the loose band of fabric covering her, and in a windshield-wiper motion, rolls over her. She presses her eyes closed, and I am intensely aware of the scent of herfloral bubble bath soap, the kind that smells like a summer rain shower and a hint of jasmine.
I lower my face to hers. “You and that scent. It drives me crazy. Makes you smell so good.”
“I needed to de-stress tonight.”
I hate that she needed it because of me. That I’ve been a big enough asshole for her to need a bath at all.
My kiss starts slow but turns feral quickly. My teeth graze her sweet lips, and when my tongue begs to glide against hers, she opens for me. Over and over again, our tongues tangle, and each time they do, a needy throb pulses in my jeans. A line of fire trails down my spine, prompting the thought of sinking into her sweet, wet center.
She presses her palms to my chest, pushing me away and breaking our kiss. She averts her gaze, but I grip her chin and make her look at me. We’ve always had this uncanny ability to communicate through our stare, and I don’t want it stopping now. She can be upset with me all she wants, but I want to feel the burn of those golden eyes against my own.
And that’s exactly what I get when she peers up at me. She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth, and I wish it were mine doing the sucking instead. Her gaze, though heady, packs a punch behind it. She might be giving me this moment, but it’s only a matter of time before she knocks me on my ass. I can feel it. Sense it. And yet, I continue on with my inconsiderate need to have her.
I don’t get the chance to lift her bralette off because she pushes me backward. My ass drops down into the chair she sat in a moment ago as she hobbles on her feet in front of me. I know her ankle hurts. It had already started to swell by the time I got her inside, but she pushes through, stretching her hands over my thighs. My dick bristles in excitement, strangling itself against the elastic band of my boxers.
She sinks down onto her knees. I’d rather this be happening anywhere other than Mom’s kitchen, but a tiny, hedonistic part of me loves knowing that I’ll be adding a better, more magnificent memory of this house into the mix.
I tug my hoodie up a bit, remembering where I came from tonight. After sitting in this house for days, I needed to get up and get out. I landed at Gulliver’s. Llewellyn let me work for a couple hours to get my mind off shit. Afterward, he suggested I take a few days for bereavement leave.
Violet peels my belt off, her fingers slipping it out of the loops. She finds the button on my jeans and rolls the zipper down with ease. I shimmy just enough to get my pants down my legs. My mouth waters in anticipation, my stomach clenching.
She eyes the hard ridge settled in my lap, finds the cut in the fabric of my boxers, and pulls me through it. I don’t miss the way she licks her lips or how her hand lazily moves up and down me.
Fuck.
I bite down on my cheeks and rest my head back.
I don’t know what the future holds, and because of it, I want to take in every second of this I can. I want to be fully overwhelmed by the woman in front of me.
“I need to hear you say what you want from me.” She says it so softly, I have to put some of the words together on my own. She’s being a little more shy than usual, but if guidance is what she wants, it’s hers.
I look at her.
She’s so fucking pretty on her knees for me.
“Grip me and lick your way up.” She looks up at me like she’s about to give me the best blow job of my life. I reach forward and run my thumb across her lower lip. “Get my cock nice and wet for that pretty mouth.”
Her tongue flicks out at my thumb and then she moves her attention to the stiffness in her hand. She holds me with theperfect amount of pressure. Her tongue starts low, and it’s so fucking hard to stop the groan that races up my throat.
Goddamn, she feels good.
She leaves a trail of wetness as she glides her way up, her tongue circling the head where she knows I like it most. She forms her lips into a kiss and moves to the sides of my shaft, slicking them up and down in a way that makes it feel like she’s grinding her pussy lips against me.
I want to reach out, let my hand caress her face, but I don’t allow myself that connection. I grip the sides of the chair in efforts to control myself. To keep from reaching out.
“Just like that. Now open wide and let me have you.”
The groan in my throat breaks free the second she suctions her mouth on me. She’s slow at first then picks up speed when I gently press my hips upward. I love every inch of this girl's body, but there’s something about the way she sucks me off that lights a fire down my spine. It’s embarrassing to admit how close I am after only a few minutes, and she can tell.
My cock springs out of her mouth in a tease, and she’s at it again, licking me without abandon, all the way down to my balls where she softly sucks one into her mouth.
“Oh, fuck.”
She carefully runs her tongue over them in a way that makes me want to finish down her throat. The thought of it paired with what she’s doing only overwhelms me more.
