Page 106 of Already Callin’ You Mine

I plant my mouth on hers, turning up the heat. Making sure she knows how much I want her. How I could spend the rest of time just like this—kissing her. Walking over to the bed, I continue my efforts, not letting up at all. Even as I lay her down on the duvet.

“I’m going to worship you until you can’t move, Mama. Show you just what you do to me.”

Running my gaze up and down her body, I drink her in for a moment, licking my lips. It would be an understatement to say that I don’t know where to start. There’s so much of her delicious body to adore, and so little time.

Last time I was here, we had the place to ourselves. We could take our time. Tonight we’re on borrowed time. We have to make sure we aren’t caught, only upping the ante.

Not deterred by my indecision, Presley sits up, grabbing her tee by the hem and whipping it off. My mouth waters, the sight of her beautiful breasts in a bra more than enough to push all my buttons.

“Someday I’m going to wear a bra that isn’t old and ratty for you, I promise,” Presley says sheepishly. “I’ll try and find something cute and sexy.”

“Don’t you dare,” I tell her, reaching around her and unclasping the garment in question. “I don’t care what you wear. You’re sexy in everything.”

I roll one of her nipples between my fingers and Presley gasps. So I do it again. And again. Leaning down, I take the other in my mouth, circling it with my tongue. Heat floods through me as Presley moans, shifting under my touch, trying to urge me on.

Message received.

“We’ll see if you think that about my granny panties.”

Oh, talk about challenge accepted.

I let go of her nipple with a pop, letting my impish smile take over. If she thinks that I’m going to be scared off by some oversized skivvies, well, she better think again. Because the only thing I care about is them coming off so I can get to her sweet, glorious pussy.

“Don’t tempt me,” I tease, starting to kiss my way down her body. Leaning her back, I dip my thumbs into the waistband of her pants and tug them down, revealing what she was so worried about.

Mint green, with a strip of white lace at the top, they look like any other pair of panties to me. I know that women get all sorts of fussy about their lingerie, but really, as long as they’re comfortable and functional, I don’t usually care. However, in this case, I care. This pair isn’t doing it for me.

“See, unsexy…”

“It’s not that,” I tell her, nipping at the skin just above the lace. “But they gots to go. They’re blocking my favorite view.”

Her blush appears again. This time, it’s not just her cheeks. It’s a full-on flush that covers her chest, all the way down to her boobs, and makes her squirm.

I continue to kiss along the soft skin of her belly, loving the way it feels against my lips. Loving how she feels. But it’s not enough. I need more. My body is craving her. All of her.

Biting the lace, I tug playfully. It doesn’t get me very far, but earns me another light laugh. That’s more than enough to fuel me. To let me know that I’m on the right path. Meaning it’s time to get these stupid things off her.

I don’t waste any more time. I pull them down as unceremoniously as possible, ready to feast—visually and physically— on the most glorious creature I’ve ever met. On the one woman who has made everyone else disappear. Who has lived rent free in my head for so long that I don’t know how I could have ever thought about anyone else.

That I could belong to anyone else.

All of me belongs to her.

Presley’s hands fly to her cover herself. Her “mommy tummy” as she calls it. The part of her she hates the most. The part of her I love the most. Well, second most.

“You are magnificent, Mama,” I say, sliding her hands away so that I can soak in the beauty. “I know you’re self-conscious about these…” I kiss along the lines, the ones that are a lighter shade than the rest of her skin, but still just as soft, making sure to take my time on each one. “But I will never stop being amazed by them, or by you. I’ll never stop being grateful that I get to love these. That these are mine.”

Breath hitching, Presley reaches for me, running her fingers through my hair as I continue to kiss along the marks. My dick strains against the zipper of my pants, wanting to come out and play. Wanting in on the action.

All in good time.

Because right now, I have a job to do. My girl needs to come.

I inch my way down farther, peppering her with open-mouthed kisses as I go. I can tell she’s ready—on edge and needy—by the way she’s breathing. And I’m more than ready to give it to her.

Now.

Swiping my tongue through her wetness, I pause, waiting for a reaction. I’m not disappointed. Presley gasps, hand flying to her mouth to cover her moan. That’s my girl. So I do it again, this time avoiding her clit.