Eyes wide, she digs out her keys from her purse while I finish carrying her up the stairs.I don’t know what it is about girls.The way each of them flocks to the idea of being light as a feather.Don’t get me wrong.Despite my vocal obsession with curvy girls, I think all women are beautiful.They come in different shapes and sizes, and each one is deserving of love and attention.But for the masses to completely veto an entire group of women based on a number on a scale?It’s ridiculous.However, when my June Bug tries to wiggle free from my hold, I smack her ass again and nip at her bottom lip.“You keep acting out like this, and I’m gonna have to smack your ass?—”
“You already did.”
“Naked,” I finish.“I’m gonna have to smack your ass naked.”
Something flashes in her eyes.Without a word, she holds out the apartment key for me.I press her back to the door so I have a free hand and take the keys, unlock the door, then step over the threshold.My mouth is on hers again in an instant.Dueling.Biting.Tasting.Sucking.Her hands roam my back, my nape, my skull, my jaw.It’s as if she’s memorizing the feel of me the same way I’m memorizing her taste, and fuck, does she taste perfect.
I carry her to her room, then set her down.Thank fuck, Violet’s with Jagger tonight because I’m not sure I’d be able to control myself even if June’s roommate was home for the evening.June’s too damn enticing.My hand slips beneath her top as I deepen the kiss again, exploring every inch.She’s so warm and supple.So perfect.I get it now.Why Jagger has no issue committing to Violet, even when I spent way too much time giving him shit for settling down.Truth be told, I always wondered if I was capable of wanting someone more than once or twice.I thought I’d grow bored.That I’d already seen everything, experienced everything, so what else was there to enjoy?But now that I’m here, with my hands on June’s bare skin and my mouth dragging across hers, the idea doesn’t seem so incomprehensible.Nah, it seems…easy.To get lost in her.Her smell, her taste, her touch.All of it.
“I want you,” she whispers before undoing her jeans, shoving them and her underwear down her thick thighs.I help her out, shimmying the thick material until every inch is exposed and ready for me to explore.
Spreading her folds, I tease her clit, drawing small circles as she whimpers like a little mouse.The noise is enough to make me insane, and I swallow the sound, kissing her.She tastes like berries.Sweet.Ripe for the picking.Pressing into her, I tease her mouth with my tongue, and she drags her own against me in response.The feeling shoots straight to my cock, and I close my eyes, letting them roll back in my head.
When her fingers grab hold of my shirt, I smile.I like this side of her.Desperate and needy.She tugs me closer, pressing her chest against mine.It reminds me of the first time we came together.The sight of her tits, her perfect nipples.My mouth waters as I lean her back onto the mattress.Without protest, she follows my guidance, spreading her legs and giving me the perfect view of her sublime fucking pussy swallowing my finger as I continue teasing her slit.
My cock weeps at the sight.
Lying beside her, I add a second finger, feeling the familiar stretch of her pussy around me while I unbutton her blouse with my free hand.My mouth follows suit.I pepper kisses along every inch of skin.
“Ford,” she whimpers.
“I got you, Bug.”I press my mouth to the fading bruises from the last time we were like this.The memory alone is enough to make me want to come in my jeans like before.Removing my fingers from her pussy, I drag her wetness to her clit, playing with the small nub as she arches her back, practically bowing off the mattress.
“Want you,” she moans.“Need you.”
It’s the second plea that does me in.That makes me want to pound my fucking chest like a neanderthal and toss the perfect woman splayed out in front of me over my shoulder before parading her for all to see.Me.She needsme.Not my cock.Not my fingers.Me.
I start for her chest so I can suckle her sweet skin and make her come again, but she threads her fingers through my hair and drags me up.Kissing me.Tasting me.Driving me insane with need.I almost don’t notice.Not at first.The way she shifts closer, aligning our waists.When she’s satisfied I won’t end the kiss, her right hand moves lower, slipping between us and fumbling with the top button on my jeans.I smile against her mouth, unable to help myself.She’s too damn cute.
“Looking for something, June Bug?”I quip.
“You know what I'm looking for.”
“So, it’s not my shining personality?”
“I mean, your shining personality got me underneath you in the first place,” she reminds me.And damn, if her words don’t hit me square in the chest.I’m used to being wanted.To being fantasized over.I’m used to people wanting my body, my cock, my money, my time.But my personality?Considering how many times my dad smacked me around, thanks to said personality, the idea alone is enough to be laughable.But with June?I can’t help but wonder if maybe she’s telling the truth.If maybe she sees past the persona I wear to the man beneath it.The one who cares even when he shouldn’t.The one who would do anything for the people he loves.The one who’s used fucking shit up and carrying the weight of his mistakes for the rest of his life.
Her touch is gentle as June drags her fingers along the side of my face, giving me a warm smile while bringing me back to the present.When I meet her gaze, she murmurs, “I like you, Ford.Like, really like you.”The declaration hits as hard as her previous words.It leaves me reeling.
Leaning down, I kiss her again, grazing my tongue against the seam of her lips as if it’s the first time we’ve tasted each other.She sighs against me, her eyelashes flitting in contentment, and her thighs relax around me.
“You going to let me feel you?”she whispers.
Her hand finds the button on my jeans.Slowly, she strips the denim and my boxers from me, using her foot to push them down my legs until there’s nothing left between us.I settle between them, and when the warmth of her pussy presses against my cock, a single thought crosses my mind.This might be the actual definition of heaven.Her hips churn against me, craving friction, and I give in immediately.Pressing my forearms against the mattress on either side of her head, I keep most of my weight off her as she rubs herself against the ridge between her thighs.“I could seriously come like this,” she murmurs.
“Then do.”
“And what about you?”she teases.
“I could come just by watching you use me to get off,” I admit.
Something sparks behind her pretty eyes.“You serious?”
“As ED,” I quip.
Her mouth quirks up, and her hands find the hem of my shirt.Dipping her fingers beneath the fabric, she drags them along my spine, driving me insane with need as precum lubricates her not-so-innocent teasing.
“You know, for a guy who really likes to bring up ED, I kind of wondered…”
