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“No, I’m just waiting to see what you have next in that toolbox of yours,” she says, raising her eyebrows in a challenge. I grab hold of the waist of my swim shorts, shoving them down my body, showing her exactly what I'm packing. I love it when her mouth drops open.
“Hmm, it seems like your mouth knows exactly what to do with my tool?” I ask, stepping closer to the bed. She sits up on her knees then, lifting her hands to her hair, and takes out the top knot. She runs her fingers through it and shakes it up, her body curving, and I have never seen a woman look so feminine in my life. Her pink hair falls like a waterfall down her shoulders, the ends touching her nipples, the waves soft. She looks like a goddess. Licking her lips, she slowly gets on all fours and fucking crawls to me. Her body sways, her ass pert as she makes her way across the bed, her hips moving, back dipping slightly, perfect tits swinging. I groan as I feel like all my dreams are coming true with this sexy, independent woman crawling to me like I am her everything.
“You are beautiful,” I murmur, barely able to speak. I feel like I am in a movie. No man is ever this lucky. I see her eyes flash with uncertainty for the briefest moment before they fill with lust again. It is something I have noticed before, like she isn’t used to getting compliments or she just doesn’t have a clue about how fucking amazing she really is. But I plan on giving her all the compliments I can, because there is no way this woman doesn’t deserve every single one of them.
“You like me crawling to you?” she asks, looking up at me with her big blue eyes, and I struggle not to grab myself and jerk off right here right now. Fuck, I am right on the edge.
“I fucking love everything about you.” The honesty comes out quickly, and her eyes sparkle in delight. Eye level with my cock now, I am thick, red, and throbbing as she stares at me. I bite the inside of my cheek, praying I don’t come as soon as her mouth is on me. She leans forward, and I watch, holding my breath as her tongue licks up my length. I slowly release the breath I was holding, coming out like a hiss. She twirls her tongue around my tip, and I clench my fists at my sides, biting my bottom lip.
“You look good down there, Pinkie,” I grit out, barely hanging on.
“Mmmm… and you taste good,” she moans, just before her tongue twirls again and she takes me into her mouth. She is warm, wet, and fucking perfect, and I watch as she takes me in. Little by little, she works me over, her head bobbing, ass high in the air. I reach out and run my hand down her back, squeezing her ass cheek as she continues to bob up and down on me.
“You are so fucking perfect,” I say, my mind whirling. I bring my hands up and grab her hair. I pull it up off her face so I can get a visual of her, and I see her lower, taking me in. I feel it when I touch the back of her throat, and I let out a groan of restraint. She pulls back and moans in response, her nipples pebbling.
“Touch yourself, Pinkie. I want you to make yourself come.” She maneuvers herself, doing exactly what I ask. I feel the moment her fingers touch her clit because she gasps around my cock, and her eyes close briefly.
“That’s my girl.” My hips start to move a little as I bring my other hand forward and hold her head, keeping her with me.
“That’s it, baby. I want you to come. With your fingers on your perfect pussy, I want you to come while my cock is in your mouth,” I say, watching her as she whimpers around me. I grit my teeth, trying not to come. God, there are so many ways I want to take her. So many ways I want her screaming my name.
I feel her throat relax as a loud moan falls from her, vibrating up my length, and her hips buck a little as she comes, moaning and whimpering while I continue to thrust into her mouth.
Watching her orgasm pushes me over, and I come. Hard. I let go, releasing myself in her warm, wet mouth, and she swallows every drop. That act alone leaves me breathless. I see stars, feeling lightheaded, and as she pulls away, I fall forward onto her bed, needing to lie down, almost disbelieving how perfect that all was. I take a few breaths and steady myself, looking down at her shy smile.
“Come here,” I murmur to her, and she leans down, lying next to me as we both catch our breath. I pull her naked body close, not finished with her yet, but needing to gather myself.
“That was…” she says quietly as I strum my hand up and down her back.
“Yeah… it was…” The two of us are in shock and awe at how perfect our bodies are with each other. She cuddles in, and my hand continues to strum. Despite our height difference, we fit perfectly.
Just like I knew we would.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN - KATIE
My eyes blink open, my mind tired, my body sore. Yawning, I wish I could stay curled up in bed, but I know I have to get moving. As my eyes adjust, I look around my room before I see the space next to me. The bed is empty. He didn’t stay. Disappointment runs through me instantly. I'm not sure what I was expecting. It has been almost a year since I slept with anyone, and even then, that was just sex. But this felt a little more. It felt different. I thought he was different. We get along so well, and I think I may really like him. No, scratch that, I know I really like him. My eyes threaten to sting. It was amazing. Our night. I have never felt more cared for, more alive, more feminine.
“Morning! Coffee?” I sit up with a start as Eddie comes through the bedroom door, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans hanging off his hips, not unlike the first time I met him. His hair is ruffled as he steps in with two coffees.
“You’re here?” I ask, my eyes now wide open, not able to stop the smile dancing on my lips.
He balks. “Of course, I'm here. Did you not want me here?” He stalls midway to the bed, looking unsure, balancing the two coffees and watching me carefully. We haven’t discussed what this is, where we are going. We only just connected, but I have no idea how these things go, having never been in a healthy relationship before.
“Yes. I just woke up alone, so I just thought…” I trail off, giving him a shrug, feeling vulnerable.
“I want to be here. I thought last night was amazing…” He looks at me in question, like I might not feel the same.
“It was. You are. Thank you,” I’m quick to reassure, and his body relaxes as he continues as he comes closer. I sit up and bunch the blankets around my naked frame before he leans over, kissing me on the lips softly, slowly, like he has all the time in the world.
“I didn’t know I had coffee,” I say, surprised that he is handy in the kitchen as well.
“It was in one of the baskets. I also made you lunch,” he says, sitting on the bed next to me.
“You made me lunch?” I ask as my eyebrows shoot to my hairline. Is this man real? Is this normal? No one has ever made me lunch. I was always the girl who went hungry at school, as no one even made my school lunch when I was little.
“Well, you work long shifts, so you have to stay well fed. I plan to keep you busy when you get home,” he teases, wiggling his eyebrows.
I laugh. “Are you working today?” I ask, taking a sip of the hot brew, the coffee waking me up a little more.
