Page 45 of Whispered Promises

Her lip pops free, and her eyes widen.

Is that what she’ll look like taking my cock for the first time? The feel of me sliding into her wet heat…

“You’ve never been with anyone before?” Her soft breath caresses my lips, pulling me back from my thoughts of us.

“Not a relationship, no. Never cared to before.” Not an outright lie, but it’s not the whole truth either. But I don’t want to taint what’s growing between us with her.

Unable to stop myself, my thumb strokes across her lip. It’s so fucking soft. A little give too, pillowy, but not too plump. Perfect for having her mouth on me.

“Oh.” Her tongue darts out and tastes me. “What changed?”

“You.”

I fucking ache with the need for my lips to be pressed against hers, to have my tongue swipe through her mouth, to devour her completely.

But we’re in the middle of the gym.

Don’t want other people watching her melt for me, to see her open and let me in. So I cover her mouth with mine, keeping it chaste but still needing a taste to keep me satiated.

“Did you want to walk more, or are you ready to go?”

She blinks up at me, all cute and flustered. “Um, we can go. I think I’m finished.”

Fuck, I want to lick the words from her mouth.

Placing another kiss on her lips, my arm loops across her shoulders once I’ve picked up my shit.

“This okay?” I gesture, hoping like fuck she will let me keep touching her.

That lip disappears back between her teeth for a moment. “Definitely.”

After the short walk home, we reach her door, and I realise I have to let go, not that I want to. Turning, I crowd her against the wall, inhaling her sweet scent.

“Take your time. Come over when you’re ready,” I grunt, not wanting to be away from her.

Does she have to work? Yes.

Does she have to do life shit that doesn’t include me? Also, yes.

Doesn’t mean I have to like it, though.

Is it too soon to ask her to move in?

“Thank you,” she whispers, her hands landing on my chest and easing the ache.

Wanting to leave her with thoughts of me, I tangle my hands through her hair and lower my mouth to hers. The kiss starts languidly, my tongue parting her lips and slipping inside.

I taste her, consume her, and she fucking lets me, moulding her body to mine.

My teeth nip at her lower lip, then catch it and suck it in between mine. She turns hungry and needy, little mewling sounds escaping her mouth. Drinking them down, my hands cup her face and tilt it, needing more access.

This feels like fucking everything.

Pulling away from her mouth, a satisfied smirk hits me at her breathy, “Not yet.” She mewls and tries to tug me back.

My greedy girl.

Trailing my nose down the soft column of her neck, my tongue darts out, swiping at her salty skin. Her head falls back as a gasp leaves her, giving me unfettered fucking access.