I reached beneath the elastic band of my boxer briefs and stroked my quickly hardening cock. “Life’s not fair, cupcake. And if memory serves, I told you very early on that I was going to make you beg.”
Willow’s eyes dropped to my dick.
I was fully awake now, late night be damned. “Tell me to walk out that door and give you privacy,” I said with a sharp edge to my voice, but I never stopped working my palm up and down my cock.
She tightened the towel around her, but took a step closer. I crooked my finger, beckoning her on.
“I will sit here and look at your body all damn day, but I’m not touching you unless you’re desperate and pleading for me to make you feel good.”
A devilish smile curled the corner of her mouth. “Then it’s going to be averylong day for you.”
And then she dropped the towel.
Air leached from my lungs in a torrent, squeezing the life from my chest as I was met with soft teardrop breasts dotted with pert nipples, the gentle curve of a knockout ass, and a glistening pussy tucked between her thighs.
I wanted those legs spread immediately. I wanted to explore every crease and valley of her sex. I wanted to memorize the patterns of veins that streaked her skin until they were burned into my mind like a map leading me home.
Willow turned, giving me an unobstructed view of her ass, then bent to towel dry her hair.
I groaned as I fisted my cock harder and harder. Her pussy peeked out from between her spread ankles.
How good it would feel to sink my cock deep into her warmth and bury myself in her . . .
She straightened and tossed the towel into the laundry hamper, then took a lazy stroll to her side of the bed to grab her phone and scroll through the notifications. “I think I’m going to throw a frozen pizza in the oven for lunch,” she said nonchalantly.
I lifted an eyebrow, trying to look as casual as I could as pressure zipped down my spine. “Baby, I mean this in the most respectful way possible, but there’s only one thing I want to eat and it’s not a fucking pizza.”
She braced her knee on the edge of the bed and leaned in. Her breasts grazed my arm as she pressed a mischievous kiss to the corner of my mouth and whispered, “Then you’ll have to beg for it.”
I reached for her, but Willow was faster—strolling through the bedroom door, naked as the day she was born.
“You’re going to fucking kill me,” I muttered under my breath as I tossed the covers back and bolted into the bathroom to freshen up and brush my teeth.
Willow was pawing around in the kitchen when I came out of the bathroom. Her back was to me as she read the directions on the pizza box. My palms hitting the kitchen counter sounded like a gunshot as I caged her in.
My cock nestled in the crease of her ass, barely restrained by my boxers. “Do you remember what you told me last night when you came to bed?”
She arched her back as she pulled the cardboard tab to open the box. “Yes.”
“You said I could kiss you tomorrow.”
She let out a quiet snort of amusement. “Pretty sure since I came to bedthis morning, that you have a ways to go before tomorrow.”
“Do you really want me to wait until tomorrow to put my mouth on you? To kiss you until you can’t breathe?” I nipped at her earlobe and felt her knees buckle.
“Fine,” she clipped as she lifted her nose in the air. “You can kiss me today.” Willow turned as green flames flared from her irises. “But you have to do it on your knees.”
A thud echoed through the silent house as I dropped to the floor and skated my hands up her thighs. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Better make it a good kiss,” she said as she rested her elbows on the kitchen counter, spine curving like a bow string as she tipped her head back.
I hooked my hand behind the back of her knee, peppering her inner thigh with kisses as I drew her leg up until she used my shoulder as a footrest. A satisfied hum slipped free from her mouth as she closed her eyes.
Her pussy was dripping with arousal, and part of me wondered just how much longer we would have lasted in our game of chicken.
But I wasn’t about to find out.
I laid a single supple kiss on her clit and listened for her breath.
