Page 76 of Wicked Love

“I love how you say my name,” he groans.

He did not talk when we were intimate that night and I have to say, the things he’s putting out there tonight are making me a puddle.

“I came over to talk, I promise,” he says.

“We can talk anytime…but this is more fun.”

He grins and it’s so seductive, I gulp.

“Agreed,” he says.

I stand on my tiptoes and kiss him again and he picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. He walks to the couch and lays me on it, planking over me as he tries to read what I want.

I lean up and kiss his neck, my tongue barely sweeping over his skin, but he moans, a hungry sound. He tastes like the ocean on a winter day.

“We sort of go from zero to one hundred, don’t we?” He laughs into my neck and I tug on his hair, squeezing it in myfist when he arches against me. We both groan at how good it feels.

“I don’t know, we’ve been hanging around twenty or thirty for a bit...fifty earlier today…so not exactly zero.”

I feel his smile against my skin and I can’t stop smiling.

“Can I touch you?” he asks.

I nod and his hand slides under the band of my leggings, gliding over me at a leisurely pace, and the dazed concentration on his face is so hot.

“You like that?” he asks when I gasp.

“So much,” I shudder.

“Me too,” he says.

He pulls my leggings down so he can get better access and watches his fingers slide over my bud and then lower, inside. Every nerve in my body hums.

“You’re beautiful,” he says. “Have I told you that yet or just thought it?”

My mouth parts to answer him, but what he’s doing with his fingers feels too good. He smiles like he knows, and his free hand goes under my backside and lifts me so I feel everything he’s doing with his other hand even more.

“Bowie,” I whisper, tugging his hair harder.

“Yeah?” His voice rasps.

“This feels…too good.”

“Show me how good,” he says, his eyes intent on mine.

He increases his tempo, the circles over me going faster, and I squeeze my eyes shut, coming with a cry. My whole body tenses and when I open my eyes, he’s still watching me, his eyes heated with lust.

His fingers still and I lean up and kiss him, pulling his body flush with mine. I wrap my legs around his waist and he groans, arching into me.

I fumble between us and undo his pants, tugging them down.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

“Positive,” I say.

He lifts off of me and pulls off my leggings the rest of the way, tossing them over his head. His eyes are bright and playful as he looks at me.

“How are you still dressed?” I ask, leaning up on my elbows.

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