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“Fitz?” she says, and I lean back, just enough to see her face and the sultry smile she’s making, those giant blue eyes staring up at me. “I never thought this would be a problem for you, but please, shut the fuck up and kiss me.”
I don’t hesitate to do exactly as she asks, taking her lips in mine - hungrily, ferociously, because having her pressed up against me, chest to chest, while she wraps her long legs around me, has my heart pounding and my head spinning like I could just float away. The feeling of her fingers tangled in my hair, her calves pressing into my ass, feels ten times better knowing that she thinks I deserve a second of her time.
My lips trail down the side of her jaw, finding the hollow of her collar and letting myself burrow into her neck, just for a moment. She lets out a contented sigh. Finally, after breathing her in, the way she smells like her room somehow, rich and smooth and sweet, I keep moving down, kissing across her collarbone and to the place where her breasts fall apart. When I run my nose down the spot, I feel her swallow hard, and glance up to see her closing her eyes, head tipping back and arching her chest toward me.
I take that as my cue, sucking one of her nipples into my mouth and taking the other breast in my hand, rolling my thumb over the top. She lifts further, like she’s trying to give me more access, and while one hand finds my hair, the other finds the waistband of my boxers.
“We’re still wearing too much clo-clothing,” she manages, voice cracking on the last word when I graze her nipple with my teeth. I smile, reveling in the fact that I’m driving her just as crazy as she’s making me. “Don’t be a tease.”
“I have no intention of leaving you hanging.” I keep kissing down her stomach, until I reach the tattoo on the opposite side of her stomach from the big floral piece, my fingers running across similar patterns. My eyes find the words again.
“We delight in the beauty of the butterfly,” she says breathily, looking down at me. “But rarely admit to the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.” I hum in satisfaction - I’d been wondering what those words, so important to her that she had them inked into her soft skin, had meant. I note to ask her about it later - but this, with her naked in my bed and practically writhing, isn’t the time or place.
When I hitch a finger beneath the hem of her underwear, she lifts her hips, watching me, and I pull them down in one swift motion. She moves to lift her legs to let me slide them off - and then her knee collides directly with my cheekbone.
I hiss automatically, and she mirrors my actions when my hand flies to my face.
“Oh my fucking God,” she cries, and reaches out to assess me with her free hand. “I’m so sorry.”
“I’m alright.” I press on the spot where her knee made impact. “You didn’t get me that bad.” She groans, rolling her head into the pillow and splaying her fingers across her face.
“Ok, I’m dead. Goodbye. Please tell everyone I died embarrassed and horny.” I can’t help the deep laugh that rumbles from my chest as I lean forward, grabbing her wrists and pulling them away from her face.
“I’m sorry, but there’s no way I’m having that conversation with Alex.” She snorts, and the way her face crinkles makes me feel better, despite the sting in my cheek. “Besides.” I pull both her wrists into one hand, and press them into the pillow above her head, feeling satisfied when her eyes widen. “I can’t let you die embarrassedandhorny. It would be a failure on my part.”
Before she can talk, because I know she’s going to, I press my lips to hers and run my hand down her soft stomach, until my fingers reach the patch of dark curls right above her pussy. I can’t see it, but I can feel the way her knees clench together, and I reach out, knocking her knees apart with one hand while our tongues tangle and she squirms beneath me. When I find her just as wet as I’d hoped, I let loose a groan against her mouth.
She responds by pressing herself into my hand, and when the tips of my fingers find her clit, she jolts, mumbling something against my lips. When I pull back, gasping, still working at her, this close I can see that the makeup on her nose and forehead has smeared, revealing her flushed skin beneath. That makeup is probably on me, now, but I couldn’t care less.
“Fitz,” she moans, and the word, the way she says it, makes my body melt into hers, cock instantly becoming completely hard against her side. I lick my bottom lip as I stare at her face, the glazed look in her eyes. She bucks against my hand. “I have condoms in my purse.” I can feel her hard nipple rubbing against my skin with each deep breath she takes.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” I reply, and touch my nose to hers in a way I think would make me nauseated if I saw anyone else do it. But to her - with her - it feels like a way to reassure her I’m here for this moment. I’m here for her, for her pleasure, as much, if not more, than mine. When her eyebrows knit together, I answer by slipping a finger inside her and her hips lift again.
“I want to come with you.” She swallows as she looks at my face, her flush deepening with every crook of my finger, every circle my thumb makes on her swollen clit.
“You can come more than once.” Piper gives another breathtaking smile, though it falters for a second when I add a second finger, letting go of her hands above her head, her eyes fluttering shut.
“I know I can, I do all the time.” I pause for a heartbeat, a vision of Piper in that canopy bed, legs spread, using that stupid little vibrator, dances across my brain. “I just don’t normally with someone else.” I resume what I was doing and she hums in approval, her eyes sliding closed.
“I think by the time I’m done with you, you’ll stop thinking that’s acceptable.”
“Where did this come from?” she asks, one hand gripping the duvet beneath her like a lifeline.
“What do you mean?” I mutter against her breast as I run my lips across it.
“Have you always been this aggressive?”
“Do you really need the answer to that right now?” To punctuate my question, I graze my teeth across her nipple again, and she whimpers. “That’s what I thought.”
“Fuck off,” she breathes.
“Later, right now, be a good girl and let me make you come.”
Piper
If I hadn’t been edging toward an orgasm before, I am now, hearing Fitz’s voice, husky with need, asking me to let him make me come.
Who could say no to that?
