This addiction she started in me, last night was never gonna be enough. I dunno what it’ll take to get her out of my system, but I’m happy we have the time to do it.
SIXTEEN
AMELIA
My back crashes to the wall, jiggling the stock artwork that whoever rents this place out must’ve picked out. It’s certainly not the style of the man who’s currently sucking my tongue. The wall bounces with the abrupt motion and I feel it all the way to my core, which makes me groan straight into his mouth.
Weston’s body crushes mine to the drywall, my legs wrapped around his waist and his hands splayed across my ass, supporting my weight as we devour one another’s faces.
We definitely didn’t dothislast night. It’s so intimate, so deeply personal, the way he’s consuming me with his mouth, like there isn’t enough of me to go around.
Hands roaming, I work to get his shirt off without breaking contact between my pelvis and his abs. It’s not working out for me, but I’m inspired.
Grinding on his belt buckle, I time my movements to let me peel the button down from beneath my legs and pull it up.
Why is this the one time he’s not wearing a white tee shirt?
Once it’s freed from my thighs, at least I can unbutton it without stopping our make-out session.
His talented tongue sweeps into my mouth again, sending chills down my spine and making me grip him tighter, using mylegs for leverage. A growl rumbles across my tongue, and I nearly come on the spot. In return I whimper, which drives him crazier.
His hands leave my ass, trusting his hips and the wall to hold me up as he uses both hands to grip my face, cupping my jaw, fingertips on the back of my skull as I work frantically to undo the buttons, one by one. I’m close to ripping the damn thing off at this point, and he chuckles against my lips at the exasperation brought on by my raw need.
“So impatient, darlin’.”
Weston nips at my swollen lower lip and I nip right back, capturing his lip in my teeth and biting down enough to show him I’m not playing.
“Not the time to be a Boy Scout, Weston. Fuck me like you mean it.”
His eyes darken in an instant, and that playful demeanor melts into a kind of skillful predator I don’t want to imagine how he perfected over his life without me. I’m feeling a little possessive at the moment.
“Those are the magic words, angel. Tell me why you stayed and I’ll give you whatever you want.”
“Because I wanted to,” I gasp around drugging kisses.
“Why?” he presses.
“I like it here,” I divert.
His lips close on my jaw, then move over to my chin as he works his mouth down my neck, using his tongue to tease me as he wants to along the way.
My shirt gets pulled up to my shoulders where he pins it in place with one forearm, mouth still roaming my bare skin.
“Why?” he asks again before closing his lips over my pierced nipple through the bralette and tugging on the metal.
That gets a loud moan out of me, head thrown back against the wall, core pressed as close as I can get to him on that shiny belt buckle he wore over his jeans tonight.
“Last night wasn’t enough,” I admit, breathless.
“Fuck no it wasn’t.” His teeth come out to play with my nipple, bringing new noises out of me, and then he licks it all better, straight through the fabric.
“Tell me what you want.”
He’s out of breath, as needy as I am, but he holds my hips with his hands until I drop my legs, then he falls to his knees, leaving me floating against the wall, pinned by his grip.
Weston presses his face between my legs, nipping at my pussy through the thin material of my stretchy shorts, and I think I might’ve broken him last night, or maybe it was by coming back. Whatever the cause, he’s absolutely unhinged right now, feral compared to the composed, laid-back, golden retriever of a man I’ve spent so much time with these past weeks.
He swings my legs over his bare shoulders, face pressed into me, waiting for my answer.
