Page 87 of Habits

Itrusthim.

Just me.

It’s just Andrew. There is nothing to be afraid of.

Slowly, I nod my head once. The movement barely visible, but he sees it.

Like he sees me.

His mouth presses against mine.

One. Two. Three times.

Tender, closed-mouthed kisses.

Then he resumes the work of taking my shirt off. I lift my arms in the air, helping him slip it over my head.

He lets it slide off his fingers, his eyes still staring into mine.

“You’re beautiful.”

I chuckle nervously. “You didn’t even look at me.”

The tips of his fingers caress my cheek. “I don’t have to see you to know how beautiful you are.”

So many mixed feelings cluster in my body. Unresolved, messy feelings that make me choke up.

How does he do it? How does he go from a complete jackass to the sweetest of guys in seconds?

This time when his mouth connects with mine, his touch is light. Almost tender. His lips swipe over mine slowly as he tastes my lips on his. Simple, tentative, chaste kisses that make me shudder.

I sigh, one of my hands going to the nape of his neck, my fingers running through his hair, the brown strands soft at my touch.

His hands cup my cheeks, thumbs brushing against my cheekbones as he suckles my lower lip.

My mouth parts, eyes snapping open and landing on his. Green globes, hooded with lust, watching me.

His lips are puffy and red from our kisses.

I swipe over his lower lip with my thumb, but don’t get far because he sucks my finger between his lips.

Moaning softly at the sensation, I let my eyes close and my head tilt back.

“Eyes on me, Princess.” He bites softly into my finger.

Those words …

The tender nibble makes me shiver as warmth spreads through my body. I blink my eyes, barely holding them open.

My hand slides down his chest, feeling every ridge and valley. Strong yet lean. Just feeling his chest under the palm of my hand makes my mouth water. I let my hand brush over his peck, my finger twitching the flat nipple playfully until it hardens.

I wet my suddenly dry lips, and then I bow my head, pulling one nub into my mouth and sucking lightly.

“Jean—”

His sudden hiss makes me chuckle. Empowered. He makes me feel empowered.

I switch to the other side, repeating the same thing. I can feel his dick jump up in excitement, pressing harder against my pussy.

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