“Ah. God. I’ve never. Ah,” she cries, and my chest swells with pride that I’m the one to make her feel so fucking good.
I slide my hands under her ass, grip hard enough for her to feel the imprint of my touch for days while I tongue her again. Circling the tip of my tongue slow then dipping in. She tastes sweet and sharp. The way I’ve dreamed of every fucking night since she left. I suck her clit into my mouth, tease it with my teeth, and she arches off the table again.
She fists my hair as I flatten my tongue and lick a deliberate stripe up her cunt. Fuck me, she’s so wet for me. So goddamn sweet my teeth ache. I eat her like I’ve been starving for this. For her tasty cunt. The way she moans and rocks her hips tells me I’m doing it right. I don’t try to be gentle or pretty about it either. I want her to know I crave every bit of her. It’s more than hunger.
This is fucking need.
Primal. Raw. Unfiltered.
I’m going to own her. Possess every inch of her.
She whimpers and rides my face, her thighs trembling around my ears. She’s so fucking sensitive, and I want to see her come apart before I even think of being inside her. Her nails dig crescent moons into my scalp, and she pants my name like it’s a promise. A prayer. Her only hope.
“Luna––tic. I’m gonna…”
“That’s it, Babygirl. Chase it.”
I push two fingers inside her, curling them to hit her G-spot, and there it is. She grabs it and holds it. My girl shudders, hips bucking, and the sounds she makes are filthy and perfect. Heressence melts on my tongue like fucking candy. Her juices coat my mouth. I continue working her over with my fingers until she shatters once more.
Her legs tremble as I lift her off the table and carry her to her bedroom. I drop a knee to the mattress and cover her body with mine. In one swift thrust I’m inside her. She feels so damn good, my eyes roll back in my head. Her legs wrap around me, ankles locking to hold me right where she wants me.
I piston in and out of her. Going slow at first, allowing her to get used to my size. She tightens around me, so hot and wet it steals the breath from my lungs. Daisy’s arms loop around my neck. Her nails dig into my back, urging me to fuck her harder. I’m barely holding on to what’s left of my control. She feels so fucking good. I don’t think I’ll last much longer. I’ve been dreaming of her. Craving this far too long.
I grit my teeth and force myself not to nut before she’s wrung dry, because if anyone deserves to get off as many times as her body can handle it, it’s my woman.
Her hips keep rolling up to meet every thrust. This isn’t slow or sweet like she deserves. We’re both hungry and desperate. Fucking like animals. Scratching, biting, marking one another. I want her to remember every second of it. To feel it the way I do. Deep. I want to be the ghost whose touch haunts her bones. Her mind. I want my taste in her mouth. The ache in her thighs to be from me. And when she dreams, I want it to be of this. Of us.
The way our bodies fit perfectly together.
She makes these sweet sounds. Her breath hitching in her chest is the most beautiful melody in the world. I brace on my elbows and pound into her. I watch as her face twists with pleasure. Her sweat mingles with mine. Our bodies slick and sliding against one another. Hips rubbing.
Her eyes lock on mine, fucking daring me to look away, but there’s no way in hell I’d miss a second of this. Her walls squeezeme tight. She drags me right to the edge, but I don’t finish. Not yet. I flip her over and take her from behind. Face down in the pillows. Ass hiked in the air. I take her hard, fast, and deep.
Then the moment hits. Her whole body shivers and falls apart beneath me.
She grips the sheets and cries out.
I come so hard it feels like I might never fucking stop. I bury my face in her hair, breathing in her sweet-smelling shampoo. Little choking noises tear out of her throat as I pulse deep inside her. My body twitches and shakes until I’m fucking spent.
Chapter Sixteen
“Damn, girl. You’re freaking glowing,” Shawna, my coworker, says. “Whatever you’re using on your skin, sign me up.”
“I don’t really have a skincare routine.”
“Well, whatever you’re doing, don’t stop. That shit is working.”
“Noted.” I smile to myself as I restock the rose bouquets in the front cooler, thinking about last night with my guy.
The bell over the door rings, and my blood turns cold at the sight of Layla. I ignore her and continue working, moving to my next task as she moves around the shop looking at the vases.
“Daisy, we should talk.”
There’s nothing I want to say to her. I clip the stems of a sunflower arrangement. Inside, I’m thinking about stabbing my shears into her chest. I clear my throat. “I get lunch at noon. We can meet at the diner down the street.”
“Perfect.” She flips her long hair over her shoulder, spins on her heel, and saunters out.
“Who was that?” Shawna asks as she tosses my discarded stems into the trash.
