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There’s a moment of levity when her hair gets stuck between her back and the throw pillow.
We stop, sharing a laugh.
I help her lift up, freeing her hair, and then we press back together, her chest to mine, her hands winding into my hair.
Ahhh, exquisite.
The only impediment to full skin-on-skin is her bra. Oh, and my jeans and her leggings.
I’ll worry about all those later.
For now, I’m just enjoying her—kissing my way down to her collarbone, plumping her breasts in my hands, and laving my tongue between her two beautiful peaks.
I toy at the front closure of her bra, stopping just long enough to catch her gaze.
There’s questioning in mine, and I do the one move I know used to drive her crazy. I think it still does—me cocking one brow—but in an entirely different kind of way.
She nods slightly, and, eyes holding hers, I snap open the pesky clasp.
I look down.
Her nipples are hard, and I am fucking on them in an instant, sucking one, then the other into my mouth greedily, like a man who’s been starved.
In a way, I have. My hunger for her has grown steadily. And I need her so fucking much right now.
I want to devour this woman and have her in every kind of way.
So, as I suck and lick and nibble, and she writhes and moans, I tug at her leggings.
She rises and reaches down to help me.
Together, we wiggle her pants off, along with her sexy black satin panties that match her bra.
Rising up, I look down at her. “You’re beautiful. You know that, right?”
She shakes her head, and I place a finger over her lips. “No, you are. Tell me.”
“I’m beautiful?” she states softly.
It’s more of a question, but that’s okay.
I just tell her again, tracing my finger down along her body, between her breasts, until I’m holding one hip.
“What should I do to you first?” I ask, popping open the button on my jeans.
“I don’t know,” she murmurs, taking in the hard outline of my cock. “But I have an idea.”
“No.” I chuckle, shaking my head. “Not that.”
“Why?” she asks.
Blowing out a breath, I confess, “I don’t have a condom.”
“You don’t need one,” she says. “Before I moved down here, I got a shot for birth control. I figured it would hold me over for six months until I found a doctor down here. Just in case, you know…” She smiles at up me. “I met someone.”
Now I’m smiling back because there’s nothing stopping us now. We already had that “other” conversation.
So we are fucking good to go.
