“You watched me, darling girl. How was my life before you?”
“Boring,” I admit. All he did was work.
“It was. Then there you were.” I watch his face. A dreamy look settles over him as if he’s remembering that day.
“What was I doing?” I don’t know how soon he caught onto me.
“Just being you,” he says easily.
“Me is a little messy. I’m kinda-“
He cuts me off. “Perfect. You’re perfect.”
14
Maddox
I kiss her. Not the brush of lips against her forehead or the whispering touch we shared before. No. This time, I slide my tongue between her lips, delving in for a taste of her. A moan escapes her mouth as she melts against me.
Timidly, her tongue comes out to explore. The tip flicks against mine, causing my knees to nearly buckle. This isn’t kissing. This is making love with our mouths. I devour her like the tender morsel she is—a delicious baked good stirred up in a goddess’ kitchen formed out of the most precious and rare ingredients in the pantry.
Lust surges in my bloodstream. I want to tear her clothes off and pierce her cunt with my rock-hard shaft, thrusting into that wet, tight heat until she explodes around me. I hold her close. Her nipples are erect and poke against my chest. I reach up and cup one weighty breast in my hand. She arches her back, instinctively wanting more. My darling girl is so sensitive. I pinch her tit until her moans become small cries. One slender leg curls around my thigh as she seeks relief.
I tear my lips from hers. “Darling, darling, have you done this before?”
She gazes in confusion, her eyes fixated on my lips. The crotch of my thousand-dollar wool pants becomes excruciatingly tight. Clearly she hasn’t ever done this before. Hell, she may have never even kissed before. I pick her up and carry her to the nearest flat surface, which happens to be a dark chocolate leather sofa.
She falls backward, her fingers clutching my shoulders. I have to peel them off. She whimpers in disappointment.
“I need to do something for you first,” I murmur.
Her shirt is caught under her back, pulling tight against her swollen tits. She’s exchanged her ugly black work skirt for a pair of navy sweatpants. Carefully, I work her shirt up and over her head. Her hands reach for her bra, but I stop her.
“No. Keep it. Just for a bit. Let me explore you. I want to find out where your erogenous zones are. What parts of your body make you whimper and what parts make you weep.” I trace a finger along her clavicle, stopping when I reach the hollow of her throat. “What parts make you wild.”
I press down gently but firmly. Her eyes grow big as her airway is constricted. With my free hand, I roll one cotton-covered nipple between my thumb and index finger. Luna nearly flies off the couch in response.
“You like that, do you?” I ask.
She nods mutely.
I spread my hand across her throat, feeling the life pulse beneath my palm, the constriction of her throat when she draws a breath, the tightness of her vocal chords as she releases a whine of pleasure.
I nudge the bra aside, letting it imprison her flesh, holding it captive for my mouth. She could come like this, with my hand at her throat and my tongue on her tit. She’s that sensitive.
Her choked cries light me up. My cock throbs in its own cage. My lust roars at me to strip off my clothes and claim this ripened berry as my own. I battle it back. She needs to come first. She needs to know what a release is like before I can take mine.
I release the first nipple and attack the second. She arches up again, nearly dislodging me. I can’t get enough of her taste. It’s sweet and salty and purely addictive. There’s another part of her that I desperately need my mouth on. I move lower.
“Wait,” she cries. “That felt good.”
“Darling, this is going to feel good, too.” I cup my hand between her legs. “It aches here, doesn’t it?”
She nods, her beautiful face creased with a frown. “Yes. It hurts.”
“I’m going to make that go away.” I press my heel of my hand into her pelvic bone.
She tightens and tries to scoot out of reach. “No. Come back up here.” She points to her glistening nipples. “That felt good.”
Her mouth has formed the most adorable pout and I’m tempted to climb back up her body and kiss her lips until the pout is replaced with slack-jawed lust, but her pussy is so close. I take a deep breath and the scent of her arousal fills my lungs. No. Her mouth will have to wait.
“This is going to feel even better.”
I grab the edges of her elastic waistband and tug.