Hoots and hollers pull our attention away from one another. Milo joins in, barking.
“It’s about time, you two!” Law shouts. My dad claps and whistles while Everly wipes the tears streaming down her face as Jack holds her from behind. Michael whistles and claps in unison with a few other onlookers. He looks genuinely happy, an emotion I haven’t seen from him much lately.
I feel her lips on my neck again, ignoring the praise around us.
“As much as I want to finally watch this movie with you, I’m going to need you to get real rough and dirty with me, stat,” she says into my neck, with that sexy voice of hers. The one that tells me that was not a request.
“I love you all, but we’re not staying for the movie,” I say while putting her down. G wraps Everly in a big hug, and they talk quietly for a minute. I give Jack a handshake and backslap hello. My dad does the same and follows it up with his words of wisdom.
“You better get out of here before G and your sister end up ditching your ass for their own version of trouble,” he says.
Overhearing their laughter, and the mentioning of drinks and dessert, has me moving toward my girl.
“Henry! Henry, okay. Fine!” she concedes as I throw her over my shoulder and carry her back to the loft. I slap her ass, and if we weren’t making a spectacle in the center of town with an audience, I’d probably bite it too.
I quicken my pace. “C’mon boy,” I yell behind me with a quick whistle to get Milo to follow. He trots behind me, holding his own leash in his mouth. We make it across the street, up the stairs, and into the loft. It’s not fast enough, because I need to hold her, fuck her, tell her how much she means to me. And in no particular order.
When I finally put her down, she starts laughing. But her laughter dies as she starts to move around the apartment, looking at some of the changes. “Oh my gosh, did you move into my loft?!”
“You left. I told you I was coming with you, and you left.” I lift my shoulder to shrug. “So, I live here now.” I head into the kitchen and snag the homemade bottle of limoncello from the freezer and a shot glass. I pour one out, shoot it back, and turn to move back toward her. “Made you your favorite. A little alteration, but I think you’ll like it.”
She laughs again, sitting on her green velvet chair. She must think of the same memory as I do because I stop in my tracks, and my cock gives me a nice jolt in remembrance, genuflecting to the queen on her throne. She drapes her left leg over the arm of the chair and slouches back. The smirk on her face is filled with dirty promises. I pour another shot and saunter back to my goddess. When she brings the glass to her lips and tilts it back, I damn near come in my pants. There’s really nothing quite like the confidence and sex appeal of this woman.
“You added Cognac,” she says. Licking her lips, she adds, “I like it.”
I kneel in front of her because, really, there isn’t any other place than I’d rather be than on my knees in front of her right now. She moves her fingers to my face, tracing along my forehead and down the bridge of my nose. I close my eyes, relishing in her touch. The softness of it, the meaning of it. She moves her fingers toward my mouth, tracing my upper lip.
“I love this scar,” she whispers. “For the longest time, I wondered if I’d ever be able to look at it as close as I am now. If you were with someone else, I wouldn’t be able to trace it with my fingers, or stare at your blue-green eye without getting into a fight with a woman who would never appreciate them as much as I do,” she says.
I put the shot glass and bottle down next to me. Moving closer, I grab underneath each of her thighs to bring her body closer to mine.
“No more leaving,” I tell her as I lean down and kiss her beautifully puffy lips.
“No more leaving,” she agrees and kisses me again.
I pull her bottom lip in between mine, taking my time with her mouth.
“Kissing you feels like your mouth was only ever intended for mine,” she says in a whisper. She nips at my lower lip. “I could never really kiss anyone else after I felt what yours was like.”
That admission sparks something primal in me. I yank her legs up as she leans back, kissing the inside of her right thigh and then the left. An offering. Respect, because I’m about to worship every inch of her body. The warmth that resides mere inches from my face is an altar I’ve been praying at for longer than I think I’ve even realized. This woman has had a hold on me in every way that matters.
There could never be anyone else.
“Well?” she says, a smirk taking over her face as I look up. “It’s not going to lick itself, Hanky.”
I can’t help but bark out a laugh. I pull her thighs closer, resting each one on my shoulders. As I breathe her in, the smell of her lights every last part of me that wasn’t already on the edge of burning. I practically growl out a hot breath right on her pussy. The black leggings she’s wearing are a barrier to what I want right now. The stitching at the center grabs my attention. So, instead of lifting her hips to slide these off, I use both hands to grip on either side of the seam and yank it hard and fast. They rip right down the middle. I only hear her yelp in response.
“Oh my fucking hell. I loved those pants,” she says with a shaky breath. And before she can say anything else, I push aside the neon yellow thong that’s the last piece of material keeping me from tongue fucking her.
“Yes! Holy shit, baby. Lick that pussy. Goddess, I’ve missed your mouth.”
“Mine,” I growl into her wetness.
I lick and suck every inch of her cunt. There’s not a single place that isn’t drenched with her arousal and my urgency to taste it all. When I flick my eyes up, I see her watching me, biting her lip and pinching her tits through her tank. The lust in her eyes revs me further. I suck on her clit with long pulls and flex my thumb into her. It’s just enough of an intrusion to push her closer, but not enough to get her there. I want her begging for my cock. I need to hear her plead for it.
“Yes, baby. Fuck, I’m fucking yours,” she moans.
I keep the same pace. I fuck her with my thumb and tongue her clit. I know it’s getting her nice and close, because her thighs are starting to shake, and she’s stopped talking. It’s one of the few times she’s quiet, when she’s on the verge of an orgasm.