“All of you. I want all of you, Cash.”
I nip at the tender skin of her neck. “You have me, Princess.”
Piper pulls back, scraping her nails through the short stubble lining my jaw. “I like this. But you know what I’d like even more?”
“What?” I growl.
“I’d like it even more between my legs.”
Piper’s smile is sinful.
“Whatever you want, Princess.”
I strip her sweater off, and her bare tits are exposed to me. Piper not wearing a bra does something to me. Seeing the immediate need she has for me in how tight her nipples are amps up my own pleasure.
Soft. Silky. Perfect.
Just like her.
“Piper.” My voice is husky. “You are the sexiest woman on the planet.”
I can only stare at her. Redness from my stubble coats her neck. Hair disheveled. Eyes needy. Lips swollen from our kisses.
“I have so many dirty thoughts on what I want to do to you.”
I punctuate each word with a kiss down her neck until I reach her chest. Her tits are small but perky. I drag my tongue along one hard nipple.
“Keep doing that. I like that.”
Piper is blissed out. Her blue eyes are closed, hands fisting in my navy sheets.
“Tell me more of what you want. What you like.” I give the same attention to her other nipple. Taking it between my teeth, I lavish her with attention.
“I like it when you kiss me. And when I get eaten out.”
“I can do that, Piper.”
God, and now it is the only thing on my mind. Burying myself between her legs and drinking up every last drop of her sweet pussy.
Kissing my way down her soft stomach, I pop the button on her jeans and snick the zipper down. She’s wearing a pair of purple underwear with a bow on the hem.
They are so perfectly Piper, I can’t help but smile at her.
“What?” One eye is popped open at me.
I tug her jeans down her thighs, over her knees, past her calves and off, throwing them over my shoulder.
“These,”—I drag a finger along the hem—“look so sexy on you. A present just for me.”
Piper is a squirming mess beneath me. I like that I make her this crazy. It’s only fair, I suppose, since my dick is dying to get inside her.
“Take them off me,” Piper whimpers.
“Not yet, Princess.” I give her a cunning smile as I drag my nose over the material covering her pussy. “I haven’t played with you enough.”
Pushing her knees up and apart, I take in the wet spot on the satin of her underwear. I know—without a shadow of a doubt—that if I ripped these off her and sunk my finger inside her, she’d be dripping.
Piper is not one to hide how she feels. Every emotion plays out across her face. She shows me every time we’re together what she’s feeling.
