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We’re barely through the door when his mouth captures mine again. His grip flexes on my ass and he seems like he doesn’t want to let me go.
“Gonna make you mine,” he says.
A light laugh shakes my shoulders. I feel like I’m floating on a cloud. “I never stopped being yours.”
“Doesn’t matter. You deserve to know I love you every second of the day.”
He puts me down on the coffee table and flattens his palm in the center of my chest, pushing me down until I’m spread out for him across the reclaimed wood. He kneels at the edge between my thighs, placing hot kisses at random across my thighs.
The conversation piece I brought upstairs from the workshop stands next to my head. I’m glad to see its hypnotic curves haven’t been damaged from him throwing it clear across the room when he was upset.
I reach up to touch it and Fox releases a rough sound.
“It’s you.”
I prop up on my elbows. “What?”
“I was…making you. I didn’t realize it until you were gone.” His thumbs trace tiny circles on my hips. “It’s you, Maisy. How I see you. How I love you.”
My breath hitches and I look at the mixed materials, the metal that shouldn’t bend in that way but it does—both strong and fluid at once. Rooted in wood, but reaching for the sky. No one but him has ever taken the time to see me so clearly, to take that and create something beautiful. I lick my lips and lift my gaze to him knelt between my thighs like I’m something he cherishes. Worships.
“I love it,” I whisper, setting it aside and combing my fingers through his dark fringe. “I love you.”
The corner of his mouth kicks up in a crooked smile that makes my heart stutter. The fondness in his gaze melts into something more sensual.
“By the time I’m done, you’ll never doubt that you’re mine again. Because I’ve only ever been yours, Maisy Daisy. Since you were six years old, trailing after your brother and jealous he got to go to school before you. Let me show you.”
Holding my gaze he lowers his mouth to my center and takes me to oblivion with my head thrown back.
The sexy smirk he shoots up the length of my body after I come should be illegal. He swipes the side of his mouth and licks the taste of me from his lips. Scooping me into his arms, we move to the bed.
“Not done with you yet,” he says in a smoky whisper. “Sit on my face.”
My stomach bottoms out. He doesn’t wait, tugging me where he wants me and my fists scramble in the sheets at the swipe of his tongue on my pussy, my folds still sensitive from the first orgasm he teased out of me.
“Ride my tongue.”
The command is muffled, his deep voice vibrating against my clit. It rips a gasp from me, but I rock my hips and tip my head back on a cry. He knows exactly how to bring me to the brink.
Not only because he’s fucked me all over this warehouse, but because he knows me. My heart knows his and his knows mine. The truth of it wraps around me.
“Oh god,” I breathe, dragging my nails over his tattooed chest and folding in half when my thighs start to shake. “God, I’m going to come again.”
He chuckles against the swollen folds of my pussy and I tip over the edge, the waves of pleasure echoing from my core. He’s not done. In fact, he shifts around like he’s getting comfortable for the long haul, palms smoothing over my thighs and squeezing while he licks and sucks my clit with a deceptively sedate focus.
As much as I’m enjoying his pampering, my mouth waters at the sight of his erection straining against his jeans. I want to make him feel good, too. I lean over and plant a trail of kisses down his abs, licking a spot I know is ticklish. He grunts and I smile into his skin as I rub the front of his jeans. He slows down his tongue and brushes his fingers over my side.
“Let me make you feel good, too.” I stroke him through his jeans. “If you think you’re the only one allowed to lay claim, you’re wrong, babe.”
Fox hums against me and I unzip his jeans. He lifts up to help me shove them down far enough to free his cock. He’s thick and hard, already past the point of ready to go. I waste no time swiping my tongue over the head and he groans in appreciation when I slip my lips around him. He returns to eating my pussy while I suck his cock and our moans become a symphony of pleasure filling the converted warehouse.
He kisses my folds slowly, then puts pressure on my clit that makes me draw in a sharp breath as I ride out the tingles racing over my skin. The vibrations of the noises I make have him thrusting his cock into my mouth and I relax, letting him fuck my face.
“Shit, your mouth is heaven,” he chokes out as his thighs tense. “Fuck. Fuck!”
His come floods my mouth and I swallow it down while his arms wrap around me. He goes boneless after his orgasm and a primal sort of pride burns in my chest for making him come hard. After a minute, he strokes my back and guides me onto my side. He props up on an elbow to kick his jeans the rest of the way off and helps me out of my tank and sports bra so we’re both naked.
I collapse against the sheets and stretch, rubbing my thighs together lazily to enjoy the lingering sensitivity.
