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“You are so good at this,” she says, breathy as she bites her lip again.
“Thank you,” I say, pushing her underwear to the side so her pussy is bare in front of me. I waste no time, leaning in and kissing it, then slowly sucking, licking her from back to front.
Her fingers run through my hair as I eat her out, my fingers flirting with her entrance. When I slowly insert my finger into her, then add a second, she cries out. Now, both of her hands grip my hair, and pride swell in my chest. My cock has settled, momentarily, but it’s bucking against my jeans, painful and aching. It will probably be seconds of me inside of her before I feel my own release.
I get her so close, she writhes under me, until she taps my shoulders.
“Stop, stop,” she says, and I lift myself to look at her. “I want you inside of me when I come.”
A growl settles deep in my throat as I kiss her, and she dips her tongue into my mouth before I reach for my nightstand. I stand to unbutton my jeans.
“I want to help.” Her hands replace mine, and she kisses my collarbone, my chest, my shoulder. Her kisses feel like whispers on my skin, her hands so close to my cock, my mind clears, and it’s just her and me, in this moment.
When she pushes down my pants and underwear, I groan as she opens the box and pulls out a foil packet. I try to take it from her, but she holds it out of reach.
“I want to do it,” she says. She takes my cock in her small, delicate hands and squeezes. I almost come before I even make it inside of her, but she lines up the condom at my tip, squeezing the top and rolling it down, slowly. It’s torture to keep my wits about me, not focusing on the stimulation, how much I want this woman.
My cock bobs when she lets go, and she looks up at me. I brush her hair away from her face, gripping the back of her neck before I lower down and lay another kiss on her lips. There’s nothing slow about this anymore as I lift her up, my cock between our bodies as I sit down and she takes me in her hand again, lining it up with her entrance as she hovers over me. She sinks down with a satisfying sigh, and we look at each other.
Really look at each other.
This is a monumental moment between us, intense and spectacular. We take it all in. We fit like we were made for each other. When she pulls back to bounce back down, her mouth opens wide as my cock fills her. I sit up to sink my face into the crook of her neck, smelling the vanilla on her skin, and I nip her. She giggles, and then I grab her ass, pressing her body into mine so I can see her all around my cock and sink into her further. I want her to know how much I want this, how special this is.
“This is so good,” Shiloh says and lets out a sound. I kiss her neck as she rides my lap.
My hands settle on her hips as I bounce her onto my cock, the giggles morphing into moans. She leans back and I hold her, and I thrust into her quickly, letting her warmth envelop me.
“Tell me what you need,” I tell her. I hold it together because she feels so good, I could come at any time, and I want to make sure she comes first.
“I’m so close,” she says, and I do not hesitate. I reach between us, my thumb finding her clit. I kiss between her breasts, my lips traveling across her nipple when she throws her head back with eyes closed, her mouth stretching open. She’s coming, and her walls pulsing around me pushes me over the edge.
Then I let go too. My orgasm stretches on forever, and I kiss her neck before I collapse on the bed. She lies over me, hearing how fast my heart beats for her.
She wraps her arms around my neck, hugging me close. Her sweat mingles with mine as she pulls me tight.
“I’m glad it was you,” I say into her hair. I pat her hair down, wrapping my arms around her back as well, pressing our sweaty bodies together.
“I’m glad I was too,” she whispers into my ear.
29
Shiloh
Iwake up naked in white sheets, splayed on my stomach. My hair blocks my view as I turn my head, and when I push it out of my eyes, Jackson is sitting there, fully dressed.
“Good morning, Sunny,” he says.
I rub my eyes. “What time is it?”
“It’s eight.”
“Oh my God,” I say, exploding out of bed. My clothes are folded in a neat, little pile on a chair after we absentmindedly scattered them all over this apartment.
“What’s the rush?” Jackson asks.
“I have to take my grandpa to church. He can’t drive.”
“Are you going too?” he asks.
