Page 15 of Muffin Top
"Ah, Honey." I pulled her close, cradling her in my arms, lending her comfort. This beautiful woman deserved nothing butthe best. "I love-like your whirlwind. I always have."
She sniffled for a moment, then pulled back offering a teasing if watery grin. "Is this a ploy to get me into bed? Cause you were already getting some."
"Yep. You've found me out." I brushed away a stray tear. "You gotta know I'm crazy about you." I waved a hand around the room, the vacuum broomsticks now bumping against each other. "This says you're the kind of woman who will make my life interesting. You'll decorate our house, light up our life," I grinned. "And most likely leave murder scenes around the house when you're pissed at me."
She laughed; the tears now gone. "Don't tempt me."
"You need another massage?"
She shoved playfully at my chest, then pulled me back down for a kiss. "No, but I do need a good cocking."
I choked.
"What? Not interested in popping that cherry?"
Fuck.
"Get in the bedroom before I spank your juicy ass, you cock tease."
She squealed, turning and running down the hall. I stalked after her, hyper aware of the log in my pants. My cock throbbed with need, aching and heavy. I shed my shirt as I strode down the hall, following her to the bedroom. I was so ready for this.
I barely noticed the fall décor – my focus entirely taken up by the half-naked woman before me. She’d stripped away her shirt and leggings, leaving her in only a bra and panties. The deep maroon of the underwear offset the pale blush of her skin. She spread her arms wide, giving a slow spin.
"Like what you see?"
Her utter confidence in her own skin was a huge fucking turn on.
"Fuck, yes." I reached for her, no longer leashing my desire. That darkness in me rose, breaking free of my iron clad control.
"Need to taste your pretty lips." My mouth descended and met hers. We kissed, our mouths moving together in a feral display of needy hunger. We feasted, desperate to learn each other's taste and feel, memorizing every moment.
I walked her back to the bed, helping her to move up and on, all without breaking our kiss. Her hungry little moans and whimpers tripped me up, setting me on a self-destructive spiral, bringing the darkness closer to the surface.
"Need you," I growled against her mouth, hands sliding behind her to fumble with the clasp of her bra. "Need to suck these gorgeous breasts."
Honey arched into me, and finally I unsnapped the flimsy material, pulling it down and tossing it away. Her glorious tits bounced free, my mouth watering at the sight of their fullness.
"Fuck, baby." I immediately dropped my head, cupping them both and shifting to suck one nipple into my mouth.
Under me, Honey whispered encouragement, her body telling me exactly how much she enjoyed my actions.
Thank fuck.
I pressed long, lingering kisses to each breast, gently sucking then grazing teeth softly over the sensitized skin.
She lost control, bucking and begging, desperate for more.
Don't worry, I'll give you everything.
I moved down her body, worshipping every dip, curve and hollow I found. Her hands clutched at my hair and I relished the pinpricks of pain.
I hovered over her abdomen, hooking fingers into her underwear. "Gonna eat this pretty pussy now."
"Oh god," she panted as I stripped her bare. My mouth descended, covering her hot mound. Her taste exploded on my tongue and I instantly became lost in the scent, the feel, the taste of her.
"So wet," I praised, shifting to work my thumb against her clit while my tongue moved lower. "Taste so fucking good."
Her body shook under me, more wet coating my mouth, her taste delicious on my tongue. I circled and stroked, finding a rhythm that drew druggy moans and desperate pleas from her lips.
