“Aw, darlin’,” I say with a low, dark chuckle. “I think I win this one.”
Her eyes go hazy. “Don’t think I won’t put up a fight.”
“Nuh-huh.” I use my thumb to draw the moisture out of her entrance, then coat her clit with it. “You’re gonna watch me eat this pretty little pussy, and then you’re gonna let me fuck it however I want. Yeah?”
Her breath catches. “Since when did you get creative?”
“You’ve been rubbin’ off on me.”
“I like it.”
“I know.” Rolling my thumb over her clit, I use my other hand to bend her leg and push it to the side, spreading her even more. “You know how I like to see you. All of you.”
She nods, her tits rising and falling as she struggles to catch her breath. “Perv.”
“For you? Yup.” I shove her shirt up over her tits. Then I pull down her bra so that her breasts are propped up, bare nipples aching to be sucked.
So I suck them. Gently at first. My baby arches against me, digging her hand into my hair.
“Oh, Ry. I’m so happy. So damn happy you came.” She gives my hair a hard tug, urging me to meet her eyes. “I want you to know that. How happy you make me.”
Emotion radiates from my center outward. I’m one big ball of feeling: the heavy throb of need in my dick, the lightness in my chest, the burn in my hamstrings, the carbonated feeling of joy in my throat. The craving to know her and possess her and show her there’s no one else.
She’s not gonna want anyone else after she has me.
“Why you think I can’t stay away?” I nuzzle my nose into her neck. “I’m addicted to the way you make me feel.”
I kiss my way down her belly. The scent of her arousal fills my head as I put my hands on the creases between her legs and pelvis. Her hand is still in my hair, her eyes still locked on my eyes when I kiss her.
Her flavor hits me in a mouthwatering rush. She’s salt. Heat. Earth.
She’s watching me kiss her, eat her, moving my head so that I can suck on her clit. Stroke her with my tongue.
I go all in, using my thumbs to hold her open so I can lick inside her entrance. She moans, her brows curved up like she’s in pain.
“Ry. Baby. The way you do this—how well you?—”
Love me.
I silently beg her to say it. Because even though it’s way too soon to be saying shit like that, my heart doesn’t balk at the idea.
For the first time, neither does my head.
“You need me to stretch you out a little?” I press my lips to her clit. “So you’re ready for me?”
She nods, making a sound that has me thinking she’s on the verge of tears. Her hips rock against my face.
“I like you sore, so you think of me when you move.” I sink a finger inside her pussy. “But I don’t want you hurtin’.”
“I like it when you make me sore too,” she pants. “Whatever you wanna give me, I can take it.”
I’m not sure my heart’s in my body anymore. I can’t locate it. I feel its beat in my cock. Hear it in my ears. But my chest feels simultaneously hollowed out and overly full.
Oblivious to my ongoing cardiac event, Billie starts to play with her tits. I watch, dick screaming, as she circles her nipple with her thumb, her hips rolling as her head falls back.
“Watch,” I growl.
Her head pops back up, a smirk on her lips. “It feels too good, Ry.”
