“My mom’s a catch,” she says.
“She is,” I agree.
“Oh, you think so?” she continues.
I kiss her to stop the words. When I pull away, I raise my brow. “I can kiss you all day if you can’t stop your mouth.”
“Has it occurred to you that I know exactly how to get what I want from you?” she says with a smirk.
“Yes, Scarlett. It has occurred to me, but you know, all you have to do is ask.”
“That’s too easy,” she says. She jumps onto me, hooking her arms and legs around me. Her lips are on my neck and she’s pecking kisses up and down the side of my neck until her teeth sink into my ear. “See, I don’t have to ask.”
I carry her down to my bedroom and toss her onto the bed. “Save some energy because it’s supposed to rain later.”
“My energy for you—these moments—is endless,” she tells me.
“How can that mouth drive me so far up a wall, and yet turn me on with little to no effort?”
“It’s a talent,” she says.
I drop my flannel pants to the floor and pull the sheets over us as I remove her top and shorts. She scoots onto of me and unrolls a condom onto my cock before mounting me. Her hair dangles over her breasts as she holds onto my chest like she’s ready to ride a bull. She starts slow, thinking she’s torturing me like I’m able to torture her, but things quickly get out control like they seem to do most days with us. Thankfully, my neighbor is far enough away she can’t hear the howls coming from my window because Scarlett is loud and not shy about vocally expressing her feelings of pleasure. “Is that good?” she asks.
“Don’t stop,” I tell her. “That’s really good.” I’m a lucky bastard, getting to watch her go through the motions of erotic pleasure as she offers me the same. I grab ahold of her waist, guiding her movements until she opens her eyes and buries her mouth under my ear, sucking, nipping, and dragging her teeth down the side of my neck. “Christ, Scarlett. I need more of you.”
I try to give her as much control as I can, but I need to take over and we have that understanding down, so I twist her off me and onto her back. I thrust into her and place my hand behind her head, knowing where we usually end up. She’s holding onto the rails of my headboard as I continue with the force I know she can handle. “Harder,” she cries out. It’s like a challenge, but I give her everything I can. “Yes, right there. More. More, Austin. I need more.” I swear, every time I have her in bed, it feels like I’m running the best fucking marathon of my life. “Yes, yes, yes!”
“Should I stop?” I tease her.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” she yells.
“What about now?”
“Austin Trace, do me, now!”
Her back arches up, and her breasts are in my face, smelling of perfume and vanilla lotion. It’s all it takes to finish me off. Her body convulses around mine, and I collapse on top of her, dripping with sweat and out of breath. “You made it rain,” she says.
I close my eyes and laugh as I smother my face in her silky hair.
After a minute of stillness, I hear a deep breath. “Want to go out for dinner after work tonight?”
“I can’t take you into public,” I tell her.
“Sure you can.”
“Will you behave yourself?” I ask her.
“No,” she says with a smirk.
“Fine. Dinner at eight? Sherman’s?”
“I’ll be there,” she says.
