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“We can talk about all the things you wanna do to me and why I ain’t gonna let you later. We got some issues to iron out between us first.”
She breathed, “Th-that’s not fair.”
“Fair’s for fools,” I said, and I buried my face in her slick, running my nose up her wet channel, breathing her in, letting her taste fill me up.
She made me fucking wild.
Wild enough that I could ignore the fact that I was being a hypocrite. I wasn’t without my own past, and I hadn’t said word one about it.
Another gasping inhale was the only indication I had that she was still breathing. She wasn’t moving, but then her legs began to shake. They quivered, and the harder I pressed my tongue to her clit, the harder she shook.
Pulling my fingers out slowly, feeling how soft and warm she was inside, I reached around, grabbing her ass, one cheek in each hand, and I squeezed while I fucked her with my tongue and chin. They were wet with her juices, and my beard was sure to add some texture to her orgasm.
She cried out and clutched my hair in her hands. “Frank!”
It wasn’t only her legs shaking now. Her whole body was trembling. And when I released one ass cheek and penetrated her with three fingers again, she came so hard, she fell down into my lap, breathing a moan.
It was difficult and definitely painful not to whip my cock out and jack my cum all over her beautiful body and the one rosy nipple I could see, but I didn’t. If my pecker made an appearance, the fucker was going in. Nothing could stop it. I knew I couldn’t.
Already, my shirt was wet with sweat from the effort of holding back. I was shaking now, trying with everything in me not to pop my fly and impale her on my cock. I wanted her on her knees or leaned over the back of my couch, ass high and tight. I wanted her breasts to bounce in front of my eyes while she rode me. Fuck. I’d take her right here on the hard floor.
But we weren’t ready.
We’d both been burned before, and I didn’t want Samantha to become another ex. Something about her made me almost desperate for her to be more.
Instead, I wrapped her in the blanket and carried her to my bathroom. I set her on the counter, and the satisfied smile on her lips began to fade as she looked up at me.
“Take a quick shower if you want,” I said. “Get dressed, brush your teeth, and I’ll drop you at the library. Text me later?”
“I don’t have your number.”
“Yes, you do. Abey gave me your cell, and I texted you this mornin’.”
“I’m hungry. Can I make a quick egg before we go?” Jesus, just the thought of her standing half naked in my kitchen, cooking breakfast, was enough to make me come without her even touching me.
I kissed her forehead. “Another time. I’ll shoot José a text and ask him to whip somethin’ up to go. You like to cook?”
“No. I only do it because apparently I’ll die if I don’t eat.”
Chuckling, I said, “Well, I love to cook, and next time, I’ll make you some whole-wheat pancakes that’ll knock your socks off. They’re my specialty.”
Wide-eyed, she asked, “Next time?”
“Yeah, next time, when you’re gonna tell me what the hell changed your mood last night, and we’re gonna discuss whatever this is between us and why you think it can’t work.”
And why I wanted her to be dead wrong.
Grabbing the toothbrush next to the faucet, she pointed it at me. “Why do you like me? Is it because I’m so much younger than you and you want a submissive little girl to play with?”
My eyebrows must’ve hit the ceiling. This was the feisty librarian I’d been coveting like she was water and I was drought-ravaged dirt.
“First of all, are you always this disagreeable? And second, since when are you submissive?” I smiled—couldn’t help myself—and wrapped my hands around her hips over the blanket. Squeezing, I said, “And third, do I look like the kinda man who wants to play around?”
She swallowed loudly, the sound like a bullhorn echoing off the bathroom walls.
“I know what I want, Samantha, and I don’t have time to fuck around playin’ games. Been there. Done that. I want more.”
She tapped my chest three times with the end of the toothbrush. “Okay, but I feel like this might bear repeating: I’m not a little girl.”
