“Me?” she asks, feigning shock. A bright smile creeps across her face, and, for a moment, the world stands just as still as it did that night I saw her at the bar.
“You amaze me,” I tell her. Her hand slips behind my neck, her fingers twirling through my hair. I feel her eyes linger on my chest for a moment longer than they should before they snap up to meet my own.
“You amazeme,” she says, her green eyes twinkling as she stares into mine.
My hand slides across her cheek towards her ear, meeting her pink hair that’s twirled up in a messy bun. Baby hairs swirl across her forehead and hang loose down her neck. Makeup coats her skin, but not enough to hide her freckles or the dimples that plunge into her cheeks when she smiles.
She’s wearing a cropped shirt that accentuates her curves, displaying a tiny section of her perfect, soft stomach, the gold barbell in her navel catching in the light. I want to sink my teeth into her hips and kiss my way down her thighs. As usual, those thighs are threatening to devour the denim encasing them – almost as much as I want to devour every fucking inch of her.
“If you keep biting your lip like that, I’m going to turn into a man I don’t know if you’ll be proud of,” I tell her, my voice thick with lust.
She arches her back ever so slightly, exposing her pulsing neck to me. The apples of her breasts rise with each breath. I donothave the patience of a saint, and I’m trying my hardest not to throw her onto her back, rip those fucking clothes off, and show her exactly who she’steasing.
Her eyes sparkle at me. She knows what she’s doing. The flush of pink that spreads across her cheeks tells me she’s either enjoying this, or my little firefly isnervous.I realise in this moment that I haven’t had her in my bed before, god fucking help anyone within ear shot.
Sorry Colt.
“Firefly,” I warn her.
She makes no move to stop, instead, she positions herself so her legs drape over mine, and she’s straddling me.Fuuuck.Her hips grind against me in painfully slow motions, the friction sending an immediate rush of blood to my dick. There’s no way she can’t feel me hardening beneath her.
“You got somethin’ to say, cowboy?” she asks, sinking deeper into my lap.
I lunge for her, my hands finding their own way up underneath the flimsy piece of fabric she calls a shirt. She quivers as I slip my hand around the underside of her breasts, goosebumps rising across her skin.
“You’re fuckingkillingme,” I growl.
Annabeth’s giggle rings through my ears, it sounds like a symphony of bliss. I squeeze her curves, her body reacting instinctively to me as a soft moan slips from her lips. Such a good girl.
Our mouths find each other’s, her lips soft and biteable as she kisses me. Her tongue dips between my teeth and massages my own. She tastes like red wine and bad decisions. My fingers slink between the lace of her bra until I find her erect nipple and roll it between my thumb and forefinger. The gasp that escapes her makes my cock twitch.
“Dallas,” she moans. More music to my ears.
Releasing her nipple, I find the small of her back. I lean forward and press her against my bed, her legs still draped around me, but now they’re gripping my waist as I grind into her. Her hold keeps me steady, our chests almost flush, her nose brushing against my own.
“So. Fucking. Beautiful.” Every word that spills from me are separated by the kisses I trail across her throat. Lower. Lower. Lower. Every press of my lips brings me closer to her sweet pussy. I linger at her pierced navel, taking my time to lavish every curve of her body, nipping the soft flesh between my teeth.
The burning crave I have for this woman is uncontrollable. Her taste, her scent, the way she smiles, the devilish twinkle that lives in her eyes. She wasmadefor me. Every last inch of her ismine. Sheismine.
Her hands grip my hair, her hips buck against me. My trail has led me straight to her centre. Annabeth kicks off her boots as I unbutton her jeans and peel them from her, taking her panties with them. Her milky thighs finally release from their denim prison and I see her glistening pussy bare for me.
Gripping her thighs, I position myself between them. My mouth suctions to her, and the sound she emits is something utterly primal. I swirl my tongue across her sensitive bundle of nerves, which grants me another guttural moan as she grinds herself against my tongue. She tastes like fucking heaven.
I slide a finger between her centre, coaxing her towards her climax. My free hand reaches for her breast, squeezing her nipple. Circling her clit with my tongue, I edge her, every movement deliberate. She writhes beneath me, her body betraying her as she fights the urge to shatter.
“That’s my good girl,” I growl into her cunt. Her sweet, wet cunt.
Her fingers grip my hair as if her life depends on it. I immediately decide that I will be taking my sweet ass time with her, savouring every breath, every buck, every whimper. The way my firefly moans for me will be my undoing.
“Dallas, fuck!” she screams, her hips jutting into me, flicking my tongue skilfully across her clit. “I need you, please,” she begs.
My fingers know what to do, as if they’ve been crafted specifically to please her. I stuff another into her, stretching her for me. Her walls clench, and I almost unravel picturing her pussy squeezing my cock. She writhes and pants until she’s gushing all over me, and I’m completely prepared to drown in her.
I don’t allow her a moment to catch her breath before I’m on her again, a squeal escaping her that goes straight to my dick. She swirls her hip, arousal coating her inner thighs. The way her body moves makes me feral; every curve, every inch of her is utter perfection.
My hands dip beneath her, roaming her ass and squeezing the delicious curve where it meets her hips until a breathy moan escapes her. She props onto her elbows and leans forward, staring into my soul as she watches me lavish her. My cock strains in my jeans, pressing against the unforgiving denim. I grind myself against her, the friction agonising as I fight the urge to ruin her.
“You’remine,” I growl.
