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Closeness.
Touches.
To fully live my life.
“I’ve told you that sassy mouth is going to get you into trouble.”
“So you’ve said, but…” Trailing off, I push off the door frame and take two steps inside. I do test his control. Push him into taking things a little further than some cuddling or kissing.
To play a little. Touch a little and explore.
“Last chance to get in this bed, say sorry, and get some sleep.” It’s a barely controlled growl, and my thighs clench. His fists are at his sides when he turns to face me fully, matching my two steps. Closer. “I want you, London. Fucking hunger to taste that sweet little pussy between your thighs, thighs that tremble at the mere sound of my voice. Don’t tempt me, sweetheart…I’m trying here for you.”
I swallow hard, shivers running down my spine. “Maybe not all the way, but a sample…shit!” Before I realize what’s happening, I’m airborne one second, and on my back the next. Pinned beneath him from head to toe, his larger frame hovers over mine while those piercing green eyes roam.
He doesn’t speak. Just looks. Takes inventory of every single inch of flesh on display.
The shirt I’m wearing is his. My panties are another pair he bought for me. My breasts are free and nipples tightening under his hungry gaze.
“You need to be honest with me, London.” Jesus, the roughness in his voice causes goose bumps to rise on my skin. I’m sensitive. Aching in a way I’ve never experienced before. “Tell me what you want from me. What do you need.”
21
“YOU.” SHE DOESN’T hesitate. Not for a single second. “I want you to touch me.”
It’s her truth. She needs this. Me.
No matter how crazy—the fast pace of our relationship—we both want this. Accept the cards fate has dealt.
“Fuck.” It’s a groan of mercy from my lips. Embedding my right hand in her hair, I angle her head to my liking before slanting my mouth over hers. Savor the top before tracing the bottom with my tongue. “I’m going to enjoy you slowly. Taste every single inch of this beautiful body.”
“Please,” Twirl whimpers, spreading her thighs to cradle my hips. She’s soft and warm. Her heat sears me through the thin layer of my shorts, caressing my cock. “More...I need more.”
My kiss is possessive, yet worshipping.
My hold dominant, yet loving.
Her taste is decadent, an addiction-inducing pleasure that pulls a growl from deep within my chest. It’s loud and almost feral, shaking me while her thighs tremble—tighten their hold to try and keep me from pulling away.
“So fucking sweet. Addictive.” Nipping her bottom lip, I travel lower, licking a path down her throat and to the neck of my shirt.
A shirt that’s ridden up, exposing her legs and panties.
A shirt that’s doing very little to hide her lack of bra.
A shirt that I rip right down the center with one harsh tug.
“Oh my God,” London moans as I pull the tatters of cotton away from her skin, tossing it somewhere behind me. Her back arches off the bed, offering what’s already mine, while goose bumps dance across her skin.
“Not God, baby. Just this motherfucker who owns you.” Sitting back, I take in her wanton form. The softness of her skin and the gentle slope of each breast. How mouthwatering her small nipples are; a light pink tip that tightens under my perusal. “So pretty.”
“I need you to touch me.” London sits up, grabbing my wrist and pulling. And I let her. Let her guide me to her right tit that fits perfectly in my hand; she’s just a bit more than a handful and perky.
I take her hard little bud between two fingers and pull.
A pink flush sweeps down her face and neck. It covers her upper chest, and the color is beautiful. I want more of it. A deeper shade, and I slap the very top of her breast, catching the puckered flesh with the tip of my finger.
Three smacks and I attach my lips to her nipple, flicking the sensitive skin as a grunt rips from my throat. Her smell is intoxicating, her skin soft as a petal.
