I hook a finger into her panties and shimmy them down her legs, tossing them to the floor.
I brush a finger over her slick core, and she bucks against me.
“It means, I’m the only man who gets to touch you like this,” I tell her.
She nods.
“It means, I’m the only man who gets to taste you,” I tell her.
She nods faster.
I press a finger into her.
“It means, you're the only woman I want in my bed from this moment on.”
“Yes,” she moans, her head falling back to me.
“And it means that I’m going to kiss you, Books. Because I’m not sure I’ll be able to take it anymore.”
She flips over quickly, a hand coming to my face as our lips hover over each other. I grip the back of her thigh and pull her leg over until she’s straddling me.
Her hands fall to my chest to hold herself up, but her hips move in a small circle over my briefs.
“Books,” I groan, sitting up, and then I grab her face and pull her to me, crashing her lips to mine.
My fingers weave through her hair, gripping the back of her head and giving it a light tug.
She moans. The vibration on my lips fuels me.
I hook a hand around her hips and roll us.
I settle between her parted legs with a hunger that I’ve never felt before. I grind my hips into her and slip my tongue past her sweet lips.
This is better than I imagined.
This is pure fucking heaven.
My cock brushes her center, growing hard as I press my hips into hers.
All it would take would be one quick move to rid myself of my briefs and feel her, skin to skin.
God, I want that.
I break the kiss and push my shirt up her body until she lets me take it off.
I kiss down her chest and stomach like a starved man, until I reach her glistening pussy.
“Fuck me, Books. Is this all for me?”
“Yes,” she breathes, and as much as I can’t wait to eat her up, I want to be sure she gets exactly what she wants first.
“Tell me what you want.”
She props herself up on her elbows and looks down at me.
“What?” she asks.
“Tell me what you want me to do.”
