“You’re ridiculously beautiful.”
She laughed. “Thanks, I think.”
I bent and ripped at my laces then straightened and toed off my boots. I reached for the plastic buckle of her snow pants, flicking it open so the strap slithered behind her. I jerked up the layers of cotton and silky thermal and whipped them over her head.
She gasped when I lowered my mouth to her cotton sports bra and sucked her nipple through the material. Her fingers sunk into my hair. “I thought you needed Advil.”
“After,” I said against the cotton. “I need this first.”
“Okay, I’m not arguing.”
She stepped back into her living room kicking off her heavy boots toward the door. She pushed me back enough to roll down the winter pants and step out of them leaving lemon yellow long johns with little blue flowers.
“I’m going to have the strangest fantasies after this.”
Phoebe laughed. “I’m short, what can I tell you. I end up in the juniors section for my winter clothes.” Then she wiggled out of the thermals and the high cut blue thong was anything but adorable. It showed off her legs and curve of her hips. She kept walking backward and curled her finger in a come to me gesture.
I shucked my crusty jeans and left them with our winter gear.
Her eyes widened. “My, my you are proportional.”
I reached behind my head and dragged off my Henley and sweatshirt, tossing it on her bright teal couch. Distantly, I noticed that her room was just as bright and cheerful as the woman herself. Completely different from my own neutral colors. She was vibrancy and life and I was starving for it.
For her.
I followed her down the narrow hallway to the sunny room at the back of the house. She had a prefab square house, but the add-on she’d created was like nothing I’d seen before. The walls were a deep dark green like her eyes with a lush bed full of blankets and pillows in various tones of warm honey gold and dark emerald. But the windows were the real star of the show. They curved up from the floor to cover half the ceiling much like her studio.
The trees behind her house left the room dappled in diffused sunlight.
My mouth dried at the simple beauty of her in the space.
I was used to the chaotic color of her clothing and art space, but this was a calm oasis and instantly evened out my own riotous emotions. I stepped into her space, curling my arm around her waist to draw her into me.
Her hands rested on my chest, her fingers instantly smoothing through the hair then lightly scratching over my pecs and up to my shoulders.
I lifted her into my arms and her legs went around my waist. She propped herself on my shoulders, her lids heavy with desire as she met me halfway. The kiss was open mouthed and drugging as my arms banded around her. My knee bumped into the end of her bed and I stretched her out on the soft duvet.
I dragged my mouth down her chin, nibbling my way over her neck to her shoulder then down her arm to fingertips. Iknelt between her thighs, kissing the center of her palm before I nipped at her wrist, then raised it over her head. I laced our fingers together as I covered her, raking my fingers of my other hand over her thigh and opening her wider for me.
She arched her back as I rubbed my shaft over her center, then moved over enough to get my fingers under the cotton panel covering her. I didn’t have pretty words for her, they were lodged in my head under the need. I dragged my knuckle through her slick folds then turned to slowly push two fingers into her heat.
Her mouth parted on a groan.
I caught it with my lips, mimicking the slide of my fingers with my tongue. My sole focus was her pleasure. Taking it from her and wrapping it inside me like a balm. Infusing my cold darkness with her vibrant color.
She had an endless tide of passion and I rode it with soft strokes until she was writhing underneath me.
I held her open, my fingers ruthlessly driving into her until my muscles burned and her back arched off the bed. “Atticus.”
I buried my face into her neck. My name became a sob in her chest, clawing out of her throat. Her legs quaked as she flooded my hand. I raced my lips over her breasts down her ribs to her belly. I didn’t even bother taking off her underwear, just pulled it over enough to get my mouth over her.
The rich taste of her filled my senses.
Her fingers tunneled through my hair, holding me there for her pleasure as much as she tried to push me away.
I drank her down, my beard wet with her as I chased the orgasm that I’d been edging her around. I lifted my gaze, lost in the pleasure I gave her. I ground my aching cock into the mattress. Just a little longer.
Her taste was spicy and warm, her body so fucking giving.
