Once I give her the crutches and she’s out of the car, I slam the door harder than needed. “That’s fucking foul.”
“Maybe he has a glandular issue,” Waylynn offers kindly.
“You’re too nice. His issue is being nasty. Christ, he smells worse than Oswald’s gym bag after it’s been baking in the hot sun for about a week.”
She giggles, and I unlock the door.
“I feel bad for even wanting to kiss you. I feel like that stench permeated my clothes.”
She looks over her shoulder. “Want me to do a sniff test?”
Her little teasing grin slips as I stalk over to her after flipping the door lock and tossing the keys on the counter.
I step so close, she tilts her head back to look up at me. I coil my fingers in her long hair, and her lips part with a tiny gasp. With complete trust, she allows me to direct her face to my neck, where I run her nose up the side of my throat as I tilt her head back. She inhales deeply, then her lips brush my skin without prompting.
My eyes close as she kisses me with wet, open-mouthed nibbles that have me craving her mouth in other places. “You smell yummy,” she whispers.
My hand tightens in her hair, and I drag her back so I can see her hazel eyes. The black is eating away at the color, and her pupils are blown wide as she gazes up at me with complete trust while I have her at my mercy with my hold.
“I want to take you upstairs to your bed.”
“Yes,” she answers, even though it wasn’t a question.
“Yes what?”
Her pupils get even larger, and she breathes, “Yes, sir.”
I just barely hold in my groan at her words, but I don’t stop myself from softly kissing her lips. When I pull back, she’s still gazing up at me, waiting. I know what she wants to hear, but I keep that for a little while longer.
“Do you need help up the stairs?” I question, referring to why she isn’t moving yet. She blinks a few times, then hobbles away. Fuck, I can’t wait until her leg gets better. I hate the reminder that we were careless with her.
I walk behind her and watch as she props her crutches against the wall and uses the handrail to get up instead. It’s faster, so I don’t argue, and I’m right behind her, so if she were to slip, I would catch her.
Once we reach the top, she starts hopping with her hand against the wall for added support. It’s easy enough to get in front of her. She pauses when I get in her way, so I take advantage and put her over my shoulder.
“Oh my gosh,” she says, patting my lower back before grabbing a hold of my shirt for something to grip.
Instead of placing her directly on the bed, I lower her back to her feet and instruct. “Take your clothes off.” Her hands go to the hem of her shirt, but she hesitates as if she’s not sure she wants to or should. “If you changed your mind, all you have to do is tell me.”
“I haven’t.” She shakes her head.
“Are you sure?” I move closer to her, and her shoulders relax. She even drags her shirt over her head and drops it on the floor.
I look down at her tits covered in black lace and see tiny freckles I’m going to trace with my tongue until I know the pattern, even in the dark. I slide my hand up her arm and shoulder until I reach the back of her neck, then I tilt her head to the side.
I need to leave my mark on her. She leans into my palm, and I run my nose along her throat, licking my way up the side of her neck, where I sink my teeth into her skin before sucking. She exhales a shaky breath and grips my sides.
Using my free hand, I guide her hand under my shirt. Her touch is so light and teasing, I have to remind myself this is new to her, even though it feels intentional, like she knows exactly how to make me wild.
I plant a few soft kisses on her neck after releasing her skin to ease the ache of the bite. She releases a soft little sound that makes me think she’s slightly bereft it’s over. My dick throbs with the need to be inside her.
I lean back. “Take my shirt off.” My voice is gruff, full of desire, but she takes her time running her hands up my chest to help me take it off. I help her a little when it’s clear she’s not sure how to get it off my arms, then drop it to the floor with hers. “Bra.” I’m reduced to single-word instructions now, but that’s all she needs to reach behind her back and unclasp the thing.
Her tits fall a little when she slides it down her arms, and my mouth actually waters. Her nipples are already hard, so I bend and give them the attention they demand with my mouth and tongue.
Waylynn’s hands delve into my hair, holding me in place as I suck on her hard. Her back arches at the same time she holds my head, shoving herself even closer to me in the process. I use my fingers to pinch and pull on her right breast to mimic my mouth on the left until I switch sides to do it all again.
When I see her squeezing her thighs and moving her legs restlessly, I slide my hands around her full hips, heading for the waistband of her shorts.
