Page 18 of Psycho

I tossed Bobbie’s boot on the floor and lifted her up, getting her situated more fully in the center of my mattress like a queen, reclining against my pillows. I pulled the sheets over us, creating a cocoon of warmth.

Bobbie was merely a silhouette now, rendered in shadow from the dim light filtering through the sheets.

But I could feel her—soft skin and ribs as bumpy as a washboard, her fingers idly combing through my hair.

I could smell her, too. The faint scent of bleach, accompanied by a generically clean scent, nondescript, like hotel bar soap.

And I could taste her.

Pushing Bobbie’s tank top up, I trailed kisses along her torso until I reached those tempting nipples and sucked one into my mouth. Bobbie gasped, wiggling beneath me.

I pinched her nipple between my teeth with just enough of a burn to draw a needy whine out of her. Kissing my way down her body, I tongued at the hollow of her hip, and left bruising love bites like violets on her inner thighs.

Sliding Bobbie’s panties off, I pushed her knees apart. The salty-sweet musk of her arousal filled my lungs, blurring the edges of my thoughts. I slicked my fingers with saliva and took my time circling and stroking her clit.

“Fuck, Arrow,” she pleaded in a strangled voice. “Don’t tease me.”

“That’s part of the fun, sweetheart.”

Bobbie growled. But she broke off with a gasp as I slid two fingers inside her. When I pressed upward, she bowed off the bed, and her walls clenched. I anchored my forearm across her hips, pinning her to the mattress.

Then I locked my mouth around her clit and sucked hard.

Every muscle in Bobbie’s body seized tight. I flicked my tongue back and forth over her clit, swirling and sucking in alternating turns, until her cream dripped down my fingers, pooling in my palm.

Her thighs trembled, bracketing my head. I rutted against the mattress, desperate to ease the painful ache in my rigid cock.

“Holy shit,” Bobbie rasped. “That feels so good—”

Scooping my hands under her ass, I angled her higher, so I could properly feast on the ripeness of her pussy. Bobbie’s shallow panting and breathless moans mingled with my obscene slurping noises.

She wavered so close to release without reaching the tipping point. I held back to keep her there, dripping and blushing and begging. Her body arched, riding my tongue.

“Oh, goddamn it, Arrow, just—just make me come already, for Christ’s sake,” Bobbie said through her teeth.

I grinned and gave a teasing lick to the tip of her torturously stiff clit.

“It’s my job to ensure that my future wife gets as many orgasms as possible. A serious task like that can’t be rushed, honey.”

Bobbie started to protest, but I ducked down between her thighs again. And I locked in, eating her out like I was trying to suck the very soul from her body.

The ecstasy that played across her face was mesmerizing—her eyes screwed shut, the tendons in her neck stretched taut, and her head thrown back with that neon red hair fanning across my pillow in a halo of fire.

Her orgasm flooded through her, twisting, contorting. She shouted my name loud enough to make it echo against the rafters. I smiled with satisfaction at that beautiful sound.

As Bobbie came down, shivering and twitching with fading aftershocks, I smoothed my tongue gently against her clit. She struggled to catch her breath, her skin flushed, bruised, and covered with a sheen of sweat.

“You never really talked much,” she said, her voice hoarse. “But you know how to use your tongue really, really well.”

I breathed a faint laugh, kissing the inside of her knee. All at once, my limbs felt like they were filled with molten lead. The fatigue I’d been holding off for the past few days seemed to be catching up to me.

But my cock was still raging hard, and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to finally be inside Bobbie after all this time apart.

I climbed up the bed, freeing myself from the sheets for fresh air, feeling like I was moving through molasses. Flopping down beside Bobbie, I wearily unbuckled my belt, but I barely managed to get my jeans down to my knees. Pulling her back against me, I closed my eyes, breathing her in, pressing my lips to the nape of her neck.

I was utterly exhausted beyond words.

Bobbie hummed as she wiggled deeper into my arms, pressing her ass against my groin.