Page 36 of Just a Little Crush

While I unbuttoned my shirt and shrugged out of it, then removed my shoes and socks, I watched her unzip her dress and with a little shimmy, it fell to the floor and she kicked it aside.

I groaned at the black lace lingerie she wore and how sexy it looked against her creamy skin, but there was something I wanted more. “Get rid of the bra, too,” I said gruffly. “I want to see your gorgeous tits.”

She obeyed without hesitation, my blood running so hot at seeing those perfect breasts and tight nipples on display that I wanted to pinch and bite and suck. She took a step toward me, but I quickly shook my head to stop her.

“You know what I want, Stevie,” I murmured as I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my slacks over the thickest, hardest erection I’d had in recent memory. “Get on your knees like a good girl.”

I honestly expected a little pushback, a bit of impudence, so her eager acquiescence surprisedanddelighted me. She knelt in front of me, her eyes hooded and licking those red lips in anticipation as she watched me push my pants and boxer briefs down until they dropped to my ankles and I could step out of them.

My cock was so stiff it stood at attention against my stomach, and with a sinful gleam in her eye she leaned forward and licked the underside of my shaft, all the way to the crown. My stomach muscles tightened as her tongue swirled around the head then traced the slit, lapping up the drop of pre-come already gathering there.

A low growl rumbled in my chest as she teased my cock, and the little smirk she gave me as she cast her eyes upward to mine told me she was deliberately keeping me on edge.

I was dying to feel the wet heat of her mouth surrounding my cock, to see that red lipstick make its mark along my shaft. I raked my hand through Stevie’s hair, then twisted my fingers tight around those long, blonde strands so that she couldn’t move her head, unless I let her. And right now, she was mine to command, and she didn’t seem to mind the power dynamic one bit.

I gripped my dick in my free hand and tapped the head against her scarlet lips. “Open up. I want that pretty mouth of yours wrapped around my cock.”

My demand was thick with lust as she parted her lips and I pressed forward, feeling the silky, wet caress of her tongue along every inch until I had as much as I could of my shaft enveloped in her mouth. When I withdrew, she sucked, and I hissed out a breath, losing myself in pure, decadent sensation.

As I thrust in and out, slow and deep, she trailed her nails up along my outer thighs, that scrape of pain escalating the pleasure. I tipped my head back on a guttural groan, my entire body shuddering in warning. I was about two pumps away from coming, and while she gave no indication that she’d pull away, as fantastic as her mouth felt I wanted to come inside of her pussy more.

I pulled out of her mouth, almost changing my mind when I saw those red lipstick streaks on my cock and her swollen lips from being fucked. She looked up at me questioningly, her face beautifully flushed and her eyes glazed over with desire.

“Get up on the bed,” I said, reaching beneath her arms to help her stand.

She crawled up onto the mattress, settling against the pillows as I retrieved a condom and quickly sheathed my cock. I moved up onto the bed to join her, and the first thing I did was strip off her panties, which were already soaked through. She shamelessly parted her legs for me, knees raised, giving me an unobstructed view of her glistening pussy.

I settled in between, and she inhaled sharply as I dragged the tips of my fingers between her drenched folds. “Jesus,” I murmured, pushing two fingers deep inside her body and groaning at how her internal muscles clenched around those digits. “Look at how wet sucking my cock made you.”

She whimpered and writhed impatiently beneath me, her fingers skimming down her stomach, and lower, to get herself off, which I wasn’t about to allow. Before she could touch herself, I was there first, my mouth on her clit, my tongue circling and pressing while I fucked her with my fingers.

She made inarticulate sounds in the back of her throat, her hand sifting through my hair and gripping the strands as her hips undulated against my mouth. Normally, I’d take my time and prolong the release, but not tonight. I pushed her over the edge because I was desperate to get inside of her, to feel those residual spasms from her orgasm pulse around my cock.

I rubbed the tips of my fingers along that sweet spot just inside her channel, and with a gasp she came, her sweet moans filling my bedroom. Before she could spiral back down from her climax, I was up and over her, and she cried out as I slammed into her, all the way to the hilt.

“Grab onto the headboard and brace yourself,” I told her, resisting the urge to rut like a beast inside of her until she was ready. “This is going to be a hard, fast, deep ride.” Going slow wasn’t an option. I needed her too badly.

She lifted her arms above her head, gripping the slats, and once I knew she was ready, I let go and went wild. I buried my hands in her hair, fusing our lips in a hot, provocative, tongue-tangling kiss. The sheer force of my thrusts, the depth and friction of my cock pistoning inside of her, left no room for anything but the enormity of the orgasm crashing through me…and the realization that I wanted so much more with this woman than just stolen moments.

I collapsed on top of her, every last bit of energy drained from me. Once my breathing slowed, I rolled off of her and made a quick trip to the bathroom. I returned a few minutes later and found her already under the covers, a soft, replete smile on her lips. Joining her, I pulled her into my arms. She cuddled against my side, her head resting on my chest and her arm draped across my body. She exhaled a soft sigh as I gently threaded my fingers through her hair.

Thisfelt so perfect, so right, and I made a quick decision. “When Owen isn’t here, I want you in my bed at night.”

She lifted her head and arched a brow at me. “Is that an order?”

Now that we were no longer playing sexy bedroom games, I knewthisindependent, self-sufficient woman would bristle at me making demands. I also didn’t think she was ready to hear that my feelings for her were evolving much quicker than I’d ever anticipated, and it wasn’t all completely about sex, but just…being with her and enjoying her company. Our physical chemistry was just an added bonus.

As well as tonight’s dinner had gone, I was still aware of Stevie’s insecurities when it came to fitting into my life. To her, this was all a temporary arrangement with benefits, a fake relationship designed to keep my ex-wife from using what she perceived as leverage against me in our custody battle for Owen.

As much as I was ready to discuss my developing feelings, I didn’t think Stevie was ready to accept and believe that what I wanted with her was something far more real. So I had to settle for the next best thing, and having her in my life, and in my bed, on a regular basis, was a start.

“No, it’s not an order,” I murmured. “It’s a request. I enjoy spending time with you, and you can’t deny that the sex is pretty damn fantastic.” Yeah, I’d use that to my advantage if I had to.

She lightly, playfully, scratched her nails along my abdomen. “You’re awfully sure of yourself.”

I rolled her onto her back, my body half draped across hers. Holding her gaze, I cupped one of her breasts in my hand and tweaked her nipple, making her gasp in surprise. “Do I need to prove, once again, how good we are in bed together?”

Her eyes darkened with renewed desire as I trailed my fingers down her stomach and stroked them between her thighs. “You might have to.”

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