Page 34 of This Time Around

“Independence is amazing, baby, but in this case it might be like juggling flame torches, liberating but risky. Sometimes it’s nice to let someone else handle the sparks so you can enjoy the heat!” he suggests. “You know what?” he continues. “Let me just show you, instead.”

He lifts me off the couch and carries me to his room, peppering kisses up and down my neck as we walk.

Luke

“You want to know what every single day could be like, baby?” I whisper.

“I think I have a pretty good idea.” She smiles as she takes my earlobe between her lips and sucks lightly.

“Let’s not leave anything to the imagination, huh?” My infatuation with her is unwavering. I want her in my arms, in my bed, on my tongue, and wrapped around my cock every second of every day.

I lay her down on the bed and lay kisses down her neck as I unbutton the black shirt she wore to work. When the last button’s unfastened, the fabric falls away from her chest, exposing the black lace bra underneath. The slight blush color of her pebbled nipples peeking through the veil of fabric. “B, this,” I breathe heavily, running my knuckle over the thin lace, “This is fucking incredible. Do the panties match?”

“I don’t think so, given I’m not wearing any,” she taunts with a lustful smile and a wink.

“Fuck,” I groan as I peel the leggings she is wearing away from her porcelain skin. Her freshly waxed pussy, glistening in the dim light of the lamp on my nightstand. “You baby, are in charge,” I submit, kissing her ankle and steadily moving up.

“I want you to fuck me, leave me breathless,” she moans.

“Well, that’s a guarantee, but you’ve been holding out on me a little baby. I want you to know how good it feels to be promiscuous, a little reckless, and take exactly what you want, no shame, when it’s with the right person,” I whisper softly, continuing to kiss my way up her body. “Tell me what to do to you, baby girl.”

“I… I don’t know,” she whispers.

“Need a little inspiration?” I ask.

“What?” she asks in a chuckle, lifting her head off the mattress to look at me.

“Here,” I breathe out, handing her the copy of ‘Evermore’ I bought the day we ran into each other at the bookstore. “I dogeared several sections of the book. Pick one.” She looks at me, raising a brow in question.

“B, the entire time I read this book, I pictured what it would be like to do the things I was reading to you, so I marked the pages with my favorite scenes, in case I ever got the chance,” I lightly blow on her clit, and she shudders at the sensation. “Now, pick one and read it to me.”

“You want me to read to you?” she asks. “Out loud?”

“Yes. You don’t know what you want me to do to you, so use this to get you started. Read it to me, and I will do every fucking thing as it leaves that pretty fucking mouth of yours.”

Her breath is ragged as she opens the book. She skims some of the marked pages before settling on one. “He, He runs his-um,” she reads with a cough. “He runs his knuckles up my stomach and when he reaches each nipple, he unfolds his fingers so he circles them lazily with the pad of his fingers. Not once, not twice, but three times each.” She swallows as I do exactly as she says, my eyes intently watching her chest rise and fall with each ragged breath.

“He works his way down my body, every touch punctuated by the heat of his breath as he moves his way down my body until he reaches the sensitive skin of my soaking pussy. Just when he reaches the most sensitive parts of my body, he takes his tongue and slides it between my lips until he reaches my clit. He circles it several times before adding the most delicious pressure with his tongue.” She stops reading, her eyes moving to meet mine. This causes me to pause.

“If you want me to keep going, B, you have to keep reading.”

“I can’t focus on the words with you between my legs,” she breathes out.

“Ok,” I retreat to lay back on the pillow beside her head.

“Ok? What are you doing?” she asks.

“I said you were in charge. If you can’t tell me what to do, then we can go to bed,” I tease lightly, turning off the light.

She takes three long breaths, each one deeper than the one before it. “Turn it back on, Luke. I can’t read in the dark,” she whispers.

As I reach back over and turn on the light, her voice continues on a ragged breath, “Just when he reaches the most sensitive parts of my body, he takes his tongue and slides it between my lips until he reaches my clit. He circles it several times before adding the most delicious pressure with his tongue. Fuck Luke,” she moans and I do exactly as the page describes. “He then slides two fingers into my soaking pussy, reaching in as far as he can, applying pressure in an upward motion as he slides his fingers in and ou- Fuck Luke, shit,” she moans.

“I don’t remember this being in the book, but fuck baby, I love the way it’s making you moan my name,” I speak with heat as I repeat the motion.

“Oh, fuck!” She shudders and her walls tighten around my fingers. “Fuck me, Luke.”

“I don’t think that’s in the book, baby.”