Page 71 of Silver Brewer

“George Giant Harrington, you just let me talk before you move another muscle.”

I stare at the determination in her eyes with fear in my chest.

“I love you, too, honey. I love you, too.” Her voice softens as her shoulders relax. We peer into each other’s eyes in what should be an awkward and difficult moment, and it is. I feel vulnerable and raw, as if she can see into my heart, into my soul, and then she moves, the tempo slower than moments ago. She rolls and nods, her hips swaying while her head lolls. Her eyes close, and I follow her lead, soaking up what we’ve said while drowning in the connection.

She shifts after a few minutes, sliding up and then slamming back down. I sit up, and her legs flip from straddling my lap to wrapping around my backside. I bounce her up and down, dragging her over me with guided force and relishing the friction.

“Giant.” Her voice hitches as her clit rubs lower against me.

“Touch yourself if it helps. Let me watch.” Her hand slips between us.

Damn, she’s so hot. “Finish,” I hiss, as I’m too close to the edge with her doing what she’s doing while I disappear inside her.

“I’m coming,” she hums, and I still, pulsing inside her as she clenches over me. It’s incredible to orgasm simultaneously. I feel one with her in a way I’ve never felt before. Her arms wrap around my neck as every drop drains out of me. She doesn’t let me go, even when we’ve stopped, and I hold her pressed to my beating heart.

I’m never letting her go again.

+ + +

When I wake, I see Letty exiting the bathroom in only her skirt and a black bra. Damn.

“Where you going?” I ask, rolling my head to see it’s seven in the morning.

“I’ve got to go soon.” Her voice is low as she comes to my side of the bed. I sit up and reach for her waist, tugging her to me to pressing a kiss between her breasts. She giggles before she pushes me back. “Honey, don’t be teasing me. I just showered, and I don’t have time. I need to be at Caldwell Woods by eight thirty.”

I fall back dejected and slip the sheet down to my hips. “I’ve got a wood you can inspect.” I’m teasing her, but her eyes grow dark and hungry. She hums, and then she reaches down for my dick that’s standing at attention. Her fingers wrap around me, and she tugs.

“Now, who’s teasing who?” I groan, my eyes closing as the pressure around me increases. When my eyes open, she’s bending at the waist, pulling her hair over one shoulder and opening her lips. “Cricket.” I’ve hardly finished her name before she draws me into her warm mouth, swallowing me to the back of her throat.

“Sweetheart,” I groan again, stroking over her hair as she twirls her tongue around me. My hand skims down her back, over her curvy ass, and lowers for the hem of her skirt. I slip my fingers up the backside of her leg, lifting the material with the climb as her mouth sucks in earnest, drawing me deep. My fingers find her…

“You’re soaked, Letty.” I love how ready she is for me, and I slip a finger under her thin panty, delving deep while she grunts against my dick. The vibration ripples up the vein, and I choke. She’s so fucking sexy with my finger up her skirt and her mouth on my dick. This woman? Incredible.

It doesn’t take long before I’m warning her I’m close, and she rocks on my finger. I add another, and her knees buckle. Her teeth scrape up my shaft, and I explode. My eyes close under the sensation, but my fingers still work her until she releases her lips, groaning my name. She comes, holding my dick in her wet palm while drenching my fingers.

“Woman, a man could grow used to this.”

She chuckles. “You’re such a charmer.”

I slip my fingers from her and sit up to take her mouth in a brief kiss.

“I really have to go,” she whispers after a minute. I nod, acknowledging once again to myself I never want her to leave me.

She returns to the bathroom to freshen up, and I use my T-shirt on the floor for the time being. When she comes out of the bathroom, her eyes soften despite the gleam of naughtiness after what we did.

“I wish I could stay for coffee, but I’ll be back in a few hours.”

“I’ll be here,” I tell her, hoping she reads more into the words. I swallow back all the emotion and let the words escape. “I love you.”

She crosses the room and cups my face. “I love you, too.” Another too quick kiss and then she’s walking away. The door clicks shut, and I fall back on the bed, replaying last night. Our frantic lovemaking. Our declarations. Our talk after both.

“I want us to work,” I told her as we lay on our sides, facing each other.

“How would that be?”

“I don’t want to bring up the past, but I’ve done this before with a greater distance. We’ll have to commit to it. Phone calls. Text messages. Emails.” I reached for her face, hinting at the unanswered messages I sent her.

“I got them all, and I read them every day. Sometimes more than once a day.” Her eyes lowered to my chest.