She bit her lip, a gleam in her eye. “A publishing offer.”
My chest swelled. “Are you serious?”
“I submitted a few chapters to a small press I found through a friend. They want to publish it. My first book.”
I picked her up on the sidewalk, spinning her until she laughed. “You’re incredible.”
She laughed against my shoulder, breathless. “You’re going to make me cry.”
“Then let it out. Cry happy tears. You deserve every single one.”
She pulled back and looked at me with something profound and vulnerable in her gaze. We drove back to my place, I opened the front door, and she went inside.
”Do you want anything to drink?” I ask as I make my way to the kitchen.
Blair kicks off her shoes and sits down on the couch. “You know what, I’ll take a glass of wine to celebrate,” she says, smiling at me.
I pour her a glass and grab a beer from the fridge. I hand her the glass and set my beer on the table.
She slowly sips her wine, her emerald eyes peering at me over the glass.
“Bee, if you keep looking at me like that, I will start to think you want something.”
She placed her glass on the coffee table and turned to face me.
I take her in slowly. Her blonde hair in a high ponytail, her nipples pebbling through her t-shirt. My gaze goes up to her face, where I notice her cheeks flush.
“Grey,” she whispers, and that is all I need to hear. I close the space between us, my lips inches from hers. “Tell me what you want,” I say.
She gasps and whispers, “I want you to kiss me.”
My lips crash into hers, kissing her with everything I have. It is so passionate that I feel my soul reaching out for hers. I move on top of her, sliding her down further onto the couch. My hand slides down her waist, teasing at the hem of her shirt. She moans into my mouth and pulls away slightly.
“Touch me, Grey. I need to feel you everywhere,” she says, her hand gliding up my back under my shirt.
I slowly slide my hand under, trailing my fingers up her side, toward the swell of her breasts. I cup one, kneading slowly, bringing my lips to her stomach. I trail kisses up to her sternum, taking my time and teasing her.
“Please, I need you,” she says. She grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it off in one swift motion.
I do the same, followed by her bra. I take her nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it.
“Oh fuck,” she moans, lifting her hips in the air. I kiss my way back down to her waistband. I pull her shorts and panties off, throwing them on the other end of the couch. I kiss her inner thigh, slowly making my way up to her core.
“Shit,” I mutter as I lift my head.
“What’s wrong?” She lifts her head and looks at me.
“I don’t have any condoms,” I say. “ I promise I am clean and get tested.” I meet her gaze.
She smirks and replies, “ Me too, and I am on the pill.”
I lean up and capture her mouth in mine. I lower the waistband of my boxers and align myself with her entrance. I slowly push in, filling and stretching her to fit me like a puzzle. She was made for me.
“Fuck Grey,” she says, and a loud moan escapes her.
I slide all the way in and pick up my pace. I am close, but I don’t show it. “Play with yourself, Bee,” I say, and pull myself out and ram into her again.
She moves her hand between our entwined bodies and creates slow, small circles on her clit. Her legs wrap around my waist, and I feel her walls flutter.
