“Teagan took me to her seamstress,” she answered, ending in a breathy sigh as I ran my lips across the shell of her ear.
“Remind me to thank her.” I tongued the delicate skin, and her head fell to the side in surrender.
She hummed her appreciation as I set my lips to her neck. Then we spoke in sighs and groans as I alternated between kissing her mouth, her collarbone, and the swells of her breasts as they rose above the V of the jersey.
“God, Nixon,” she moaned, gripping my shoulders.
I slid my hands from her hips to her ass and gripped. “Perfect.”
“Hardly,” she protested as her head hit the back of the door. Her breasts rose and fell faster, and her skin flushed.
“Perfect,” I repeated, using a harsher tone before returning to her mouth and taking hers in a kiss that left us both straining for the other. Pushing my hips into her, I let her feel exactly what she did to me. “We should stop.”
Every cell in my body rebelled.
“I don’t want to,” she admitted softly, then put her mouth on my neck.
I hissed in pure pleasure. “I don’t want to, either.”
“Then don’t.” She grasped my hand and put it on her breast.
I shaped the heavy mound, flicking my thumb across her distended nipple even as I shook my head. “You’re driving me insane. Do you realize that?” I leaned my forehead against hers. “Watching you walk around the house in your tiny shorts has me constantly hard, and then you go and put my number on—”
“Would you rather I wore someone else's?” She blinked in mock innocence.
“Fuck, no.” Just the thought of it curdled my stomach. She was mine. Maybe we hadn’t defined exactly what we were, but whatever it was, was mine, and that sweet, tiny, little swell of her belly that had appeared in the last week was mine, too.
“Then touch me.” She rocked her hips against mine, and it was almost more than I could take. “Because you’re not alone in the driven-crazy department. How do you think it feels to see you shirtless all the time?” She gripped my shirt in her fists. “It’s like living with my switch flipped to the on position.” There was a desperation in her eyes that simultaneously intoxicated my senses while driving me to seek whatever relief I could give her.
Keeping my eyes on hers, my hand slid to her thigh, then up it, dipping under her dress and rising until I felt the smooth satin of her thong. She rolled her hips again, and my fingers found her, hot and drenched through the material.
“Damn.” My cock pulsed in time with my heartbeat and any reason we shouldn’t be doing this fled my brain. The need to be inside her overpowered every thought.
“Told you.” She kissed me, gently sucking on my lower lip.
“Keep your hands on my shoulders.” I pushed her hips back against the door and sank to my knees.
She looked confused for about half a second, but her lips parted as I yanked her dress to her waist.
“Tell me if you don’t want this.” I gripped the straps of her underwear.
“I want this,” she assured me. “I want you.”
I dragged her thong down her thighs and past her calves as she stepped out of them. They landed somewhere beside me. Then I pushed her thighs wide and held her open with my fingers, taking a breath of a second to admire how deliciously pink and shiny she was before setting my mouth to her core.
I gave her a long lick from pussy to clit, and we both moaned. She was sweet and heady, sliding down my throat as I swiped through her cleft again and again. I swirled my tongue around her clit, and when her nails dug into my shoulders, I gave her what she wanted and flicked the bud.
“Nixon!” she cried out, rocking her hips against my face.
I pinned her hips to the door so she could only take what I was willing to give her. Then I used every skill I had to drive her wild, learning what pushed her to the edge without taking her over it. I worshipped her with my mouth, tortured her with my tongue, and when her cries came faster and her thighs tensed, I slid two fingers inside her.
The walls of her pussy gripped my fingers like a vise, and my cock strained against the waistband of my pants. It was going to be so fucking good once I finally slid inside her.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she started chanting as I thrust my fingers inside her in time with my tongue at her clit. Her entire body locked up, and her breath stuttered.
I found her G-spot and pushed my fingers against it in a quick tap, then took her clit between my lips and sucked, swiping my tongue over the tender flesh.