Daisy smiles, and I will do anything for that smile. “I’ve been busy preparing myself for heartbreak with you,” she says. “Tohave you leave and only get little scraps of you. Watch from afar as you go out with some gorgeous, worldly supermodel artist.”
“You vastly overestimate the other people I date.” I pull her to me. “Even if I had a supermodel begging to be with me, I’d still choose you. Daze, we could be really good together. Give us that chance.”
With a teary nod, she leans in, pressing her lips against mine, and I might be dreaming. Everything has led me back here, back to her. Everything I could ever want or need is right in my arms. I hold her tight, like our bodies could become one if I bring her close enough.
“Max.” She traces a line of urgent kisses against my jawline as she toys with the waistband on my sleep shorts. “I’m yours. I’m your girl.”
Those words send an explosion of heat throughout my body. “Say that again,” I whisper against her skin.
“I’m yours.”
I give her a playful smack on the ass, and she squeals.
“You like that?” she asks, laughing.
I run my hands up her hips and under her shirt, where two hard nipples greet me, hidden behind lace. She’s perfect. With a pinch, Daisy bucks against me and groans.
“I’d like it better if you were on your knees,” I say.
She doesn’t take her eyes off me as she gets down on the floor, slipping off my pajamas in one swoop. One of her hands wraps around me, and she caresses my cock like she wants to worship it. I might collapse with how much I crave her.
“Slow,” I tell her. I don’t trust myself to last long, and I want to savor this.
She lowers her lips onto me an inch at a time. Daisy’s mouth is warm and tight as she sucks me off, her head bobbing a couple times before she leans back on her heels and lets me slip out.
“I’m your girl.” She takes all of me again, my tip nudging against the back of her throat until she releases me.
All I can manage are raw, raspy sounds while she goes down on me. The heat, the pressure, the buildup—they’re too much. I grip the counter for support while my other hand toys with her hair. Guiding her off of me, my dick bounces freely, and she looks up at me, lips glistening and pure lust reflected in her eyes.
“Up,” I order her. “Now.”
She stands, and I cup her butt in both hands to lift her onto the counter, where she leverages her legs to loop around my waist. I’m lined up perfectly with her, and we grind into each other like a couple of high schoolers. After a bit of maneuvering, I tear her jeans and panties off, helping her rock onto one hip, then the other, until she’s bare-assed on the counter.
She takes my hand and guides it to her pussy. She’s velvet. I follow her rhythm, and our fingers twine together as they slide up, down, and around her clit.
“I want you,” she whimpers.
“Want me to what?”
She nips my shoulder through a laugh. “To fuck me.”
“Right here?”
“Yes.” Her voice comes out hoarse. “Need.”
Her eyes drift closed as I edge her to an orgasm. Just as she grinds against my hand with even more enthusiasm, I pull back. I interrupt her groan of sexual frustration with a kiss.
“Condoms in the nightstand?” I plan to bolt into the bedroom and back at lightning speed. Daisy hooks me with her leg before I can move.
“I’m on the pill.” Her eyes flit to my mouth and then up again. “I’m clean, and if…well, if we’re doing this, then I’m in.”
Doing thisdoesn’t mean sex—she means us. I’ve never agreed to something faster in my life.
She pulls my lips to hers again, my heart remembers how to beat, and we become a frenetic rush of heat and limbs as I position myself at her entrance. I slip into her like I’ve never belonged anywhere else, and we curse in unison. She’s so comfortable, so right. I snake one arm behind her and cup her head so she won’t hit the cupboard, and I begin, with painstaking pleasure, sliding in and out. I work my hand between us, feeling for her clit and rubbing against the slickness in a rhythm that causes her to let out a string of more profanities.
“That,” she says, though it sounds more like a growl. “That right there is perfect.”
“I plan to do this in every place in your house.”
