“In the morning,” I urge, my eyes locking on her mouth. I’ve been wanting to kiss her all night, but I knew it wasn’t the right time. But things are different now. “I can tell you everything in the morning. Right now, I want…”
My tongue drags across my bottom lip, and she tracks the movement carefully. “What?” she asks, looking as though she also wants one night where we don’t have to face the people outside of these walls.
I slide off the couch and kneel in front of her, my lips curling into a sly grin. “Do you remember when I got on my knees for you, Winter? At the animal shelter?”
I see her eyes widen a fraction and her throat bob with a swallow. Is she thinking about that day? About the things we’d done? God, I fucking hoped so.
“Do you remember what I told you?” I ask, running my hands up her thighs. She’s in a pair of sleep shorts that she changedinto when we got here. Gone are her dress, heels, and makeup, and in their place a freshly washed face, a tiny pair of shorts, and a shirt that looks like it used to have a logo on the front that’s long since faded.
Goose bumps pebble her skin as my hands make their way up her thighs. She parts them, whether voluntarily or not, and her eyelids flutter closed for a moment as her head tips back.
I stop at the apex, kneading the muscles there. “Do you remember, sweetheart?” I prod, my grin stretching as she exhales a shaky breath.
She nods. “Yes,” she breathes, finally opening her eyes to look at me. “You told me the next time you were on your knees, you’d…”
I flash her my teeth when she’s at a loss for words. “I said the next time I get on my knees, it’d be to taste you. And I’m a man of my word.”
My fingertips dip into her shorts, tracing the skin beneath it.
“No underwear?” I ask in curiosity, feeling my cock harden at how close I am to her.
Slowly, she shakes her head.
“And your period…?” My eyes flick up to her, finding her cheeks redden. “Not that it would matter to me.”
She gapes, not believing me.
But one day, I’d show her I mean it.
“I’m done with it,” she whispers.
All I say is “good” before my hands peel off her shorts and toss them somewhere behind me. “If you don’t want this, now is a good time to stop me,” I warn, looking at her through my lashes.
I wait for the word.
The “stop.”
The “no.”
But she doesn’t speak at all.
Thank whatever God exists in the world.
I grab ahold of her hips and pull them toward me, getting a surprised yelp from Winter. I graze my knuckles up and down her inner thigh, pleased when I see her shiver.
“So pretty,” I compliment, nose grazing her core. I can feel the heat coming from her and smell the desire. She’s turned on. The anticipation building in her as much as it is me.
When I close the gap, her hand instantly comes to my head. Her fingers weave in my hair and pull as my tongue drags across the seam of her lips. A noise escapes her, and her thighs try to close, but can’t, thanks to my body.
I move her legs to rest on my shoulders, before my hands go to her ass and knead and massage the plump skin. She tastes incredible. She tastes exactly as I imagined. Sweet and sultry andmine.
Her fingers remain in my hair as I lap and suck and lick until her legs begin to shake. Her spine arches, pushing her pretty pussy into my face and giving me better access. She needs the release, and I want nothing more than to give it to her—to let her body finally let go of all the bad feelings from today.
The pressure.
The negativity.
I use my mouth and fingers to bring her closer and closer to that edge that she needs to jump from. Her thighs cage my head in, and I love it.
