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“You come first.”
Her lips form a perfect O, and she tips her head down to watch me hook my fingers in her panties and ease them over her hips. I love women. I love the lace and silk they clothe themselves in. The way their warm skin is soft like silk. Inner thighs. The curve of their hips.
I’ve never slid yoga pants off a woman. Usually, it’s a skimpy skirt or tight jeans. The woman I was with in Reno was a cocktail waitress, so she wore a tiny excuse of a skirt. Sometimes, we never got to undressing. She would flip that skirt up and part her legs. Alaina always wore dresses. Elegant and charming, she had the mouth of a sailor, and sex with her left me feeling used and smoked and hungover.
Skye watches me with wonder as I drop to my knees in front of her. My hands chase chill bumps up the backs of her thighs, and I cup her ass cheeks again, loving the feel of her warm skin in my hands. She smells sweet here, too, on her legs, and I wonder if she bathes in the scent. If she soaks in a tub of hot water and slicks that scent up and down her arms and legs and over her breasts.
“Gideon.” She sighs my name when I kiss a trail from her knee to her waist. My hands knead her ass cheeks as I kiss her other leg the same way.
“Lay down,” I tell her, and as she does, I tug her to the end of the bed and dip my mouth to taste her sweet, wet heat. Skye tangles her fingers in my hair and slips her feet over my shoulders. Sultry blues music is the soundtrack as I kiss her, and my name on her lips is the percussion as an orgasm tears through her and leaves her quivering under me.
With my eyes on her, I stand and scramble out of my shorts. Still panting, Skye props herself up on her elbows and eyes my cock, so hard for her I could pound through a brick wall. When I plant a knee on the mattress, she grabs the condom I tossed on the bed earlier and rips it open with her teeth. Together, we roll it on, and then her arms are around my neck again and she’s pulling me down to the bed with her.
I drive into her hard but ease out slowly, thrilled at the soft sounds of pleasure in her throat.
“I love how you fill me,” she whispers into my mouth as we kiss.
I love how she fits around me, her wet heat on my cock. Her mouth over my tongue. Her arms around my neck. I’ve never been one to talk in bed, not even dirty talk, but I have to with Skye. Not because I need her to hear it, but because I can’t hold it in.
“You feel so fucking good.”
We’re kissing, our mouths mimicking the motions of our hips—the in and out, the steady rocking. I move slowly, pumping in and out of her with a control I didn’t know I had because it’s so good with her, I never want it to end.
