Page 97 of Matchmaking On The Menu

“Fine, here it is. But if you laugh, I’m leaving.”

“All right, I won’t laugh.”

God, if you’re listening. Please don’t let me laugh.

She lifts her chin a little higher, determination in her eyes.

“Breaking News: Clothing prepares to vacate premises following low-voiced request.”

Fuck, she’s adorable. “Low-voiced does it for you, huh?”

“Shut up and undress me.”

My eyebrow lifts. “Your wish is my command.”

I trail my fingers slowly down the fabric of her T-shirt, over her arms, then catch the hem and lift it over her head, taking my time. I suck in a breath when I see the turquoise bra under the functional T-shirt. Lowering my head, I capture her nipple through the lace with my teeth. When she throws her head back and moans, I craft a headline of my own.

FAILING PHOTOGRAPHER’S BALLS NEARLY EXPLODE WHEN GORGEOUS LOCAL WOMAN MOANS.

Heat pulses off her in waves as I move from one breast to the other. Her hands fly to my head, and she tangles her fingers in my hair, pulling me closer. When I scrape my teeth over her puckered bud, my name rushes from her lips. The sound she makes slams straight through me, and I drag in a breath, my grip tightening on her hips before I can stop it.

Not wanting to break the rhythm, I move with it, keeping her close as her weight shifts into me.

“Teddy, I…I…”

“I’ve got you.”

I hook my thumbs into the waistband of her cargo pants and panties, not willing to waste another second before I have my mouth on her. I drag them down her legs, stopping only when they catch at her shoes.

I drop to a knee, pulling off her sneakers, then her socks, tossing them aside without looking. She steps out of the clothing pooled at her feet, and I drag my hands up her legs. She’s wet, her pussy glistening for me, and a groan rips free from my throat. “Fuck, Dannica, you’re beautiful.”

I drop my other knee, hands cupping her firm ass and pulling her flush against my face. My lips close around her clit, tongue darting into her pussy. Her hands find my hair, and she pulls tighter. I don’t even care if she pulls every single hair on my head out by the roots. The sounds she is making are going to send me to my death anyway. Her sweet taste is going to send me straight to hell.

Hooking an arm under her leg, I guide it over my shoulder so I can thrust my tongue deeper into her slick warmth. Fuck, she tastes so good.

“Oh. Oh! Teddy. Please don’t stop.”

I don’t. I alternate between sucking her clit and licking her. When she starts thrusting her hips, I know she’s close. When she starts whimpering and pulsing against my lips, I don’t let up. I keep the rhythm consistent, not wanting to mess with her build. I look up at her, my mouth never leaving her. Her head is tipped back, her mouth parted, a deep pink rising from her chest to her neck and into her cheeks.

This is beauty in its rawest form. It’s not posed. Not curated. Not something to frame and walk away from. It’s alive and unfiltered, happening right in front of me. For the first time in a long time, I don’t just want to capture it, I want to stay in it.

Her thighs quiver against my cheeks, her grip tightening in my hair. “Teddy, I’m going to…” A long moan tears free from her. She comes apart, writhing her sweet pussy against my mouth as she cries out, and I swear I could come just from watching her.

I give her time to come down from her orgasm, before picking her up and carrying her to the bed. When I lower her onto the sheets, I don’t look away. She’s stunning. The fading light moves over her skin, drawing out something softer.

“Still with me?” I ask, brushing my thumb along her jaw, needing to hear it, needing to know she’s right here in the moment.

She laughs, and it comes out all shaky. “Barely.”

I can’t help the small smile that pulls at my mouth. “Good.”

When I kiss her again, it’s different, certain. I know how she feels now, how she responds, how to meet her where she is. When her hands move over me in return, I feel it build again, steadier this time, grounded in something real.

She pulls back and frowns.

“Everything okay?” I ask.

“I can taste myself on your lips.”