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“I know. I want to.” I sound confident and strong.
Leaning up on his elbows again, he brushes his thumb over my cheek. “Hey what’s that smile?”
We stare at each other for a couple of beats.
“Thank you,” I whisper, brushing his hair back while I move on top of him.
“For what?” he asks, holding his head to the side and looking into my eyes.
“For liking me as me. For showing me I can do stuff I never thought I would.”
He grins at me, waggling his eyebrows. “Babe, I think we can establish I more than kind of like you.” He grabs the back of my neck and pulls me toward him.
Smiling, I kiss him, his hard-on pressing against his six-pack and my stomach. He watches me as I lean back, touching my puffy lips, sore from the burn of his stubble. I taste his sweetness on my tongue. He holds his weight on his arms while I rake my fingers through his hair.
“You should grow your hair out, or grow the middle and shave the sides,” I say, letting the velvety strands move through my fingers.
“You like long hair, don’t you?” He winks before biting down on his lip.
I nod. I brush his hair back behind his ears, and he closes his eyes. A content sigh escapes his lips when mine touch his again, tasting and teasing him.
I thrust my tongue into his mouth, and gasp as his cock pushes against my entrance. Sitting up on his lap I lick the seam of his lips and his eyes blaze.
“Okay, I’ll grow it out. Dad’s gonna be so proud,” he groans, rolling his eyes. His tongue between his teeth, he pushes me against his chest, his hands under my ass.
“That was easy.” I beam while he sits back, his arms resting on the sheets.
“I’ll do anything you ask me.” His voice is husky, and he trails a finger over my puckered nipple.
We keep staring at each other, our labored breathing matching.
The butterflies increase when I notice the look in his eyes before he trails a path with his finger to my mouth, my breasts, and then south to the place between my legs. His arms come around my back, moving over the curves of my body and lingering on the swell of my ass. He pushes me against his stomach. His erection is hot and heavy between us.
Navarone slides his stubble over my lips, and seals his mouth over mine. Our tongues dance against each other, tasting and teasing. Shifting on his lap, I straddle him, my legs on either side of his and my feet disappearing in the white sheets. His fingers spread out across my ass, coaxing me toward him, his cock twitching between our trembling bodies. He must feel the wetness between my legs, but I don’t care. The way he’s looking at me, the way he touches me. It’s dirty as sin. His hands move over my every curve, down every valley of my body.
His hand grips my ass cheek, tracing the line to my slit, trailing over the rim. His fingers linger, and I groan into his mouth as he smiles against my lips. I strain against his touch, whimpering when his knuckles, wet from my juices, skim over that tight hole.
“Don’t worry. One day, your ass is going to be all mine,” he says, kissing below my ear.
He must have felt me tense. “Relax, I’m not going to do anything you’re not begging me to do. And one day you’ll beg,” he drawls, that husky voice rolling over me. His fingers tease my clit and disappear into my folds, and he grins.
“You like what I’m telling you? You like hearing about all the dirty things I’m going to do with you?” His mouth is inches away from my own.
“Yes,” I breathe, the pressure building as two fingers disappear inside me. I move back and forth while he holds me against his chest. My hard nipples press against his strong body.
“Rone,” I moan.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me.” He nuzzles his face in the crook of my neck, sucking in a breath, holding me, and somehow it feels different.
The way his heartbeat matches mine, like he never wants to let me go—it makes me feel happy and scared at the same time.
He pulls back and watches me, his fingers stretching, pushing against my clit with his thumb. He’s stroking my thighs while my heartbeat thunders through my head.
“Please,” I beg, before kissing him hard, my body shaking. He pushes in another finger while I groan out his name.
I strain my back, feeling him move in and out while he kisses my temple, he groans as his tongue skims over my cheekbone.
“Fuck you’re perfect, babe,” he says as he fingers me. “I need to be inside you and fuck that tight pussy.”
