Page 80 of Make My Heart Malt

Dessa

I twist my head on the pillow. The other side of the bed is empty. I sit halfway up and peek at the clock before flopping down and throwing the blanket over my face. It’s way too early to be up, especially after the sex coma Garrett put me in last night. To say he’s making up for lost time is an understatement. I’m pretty sure if I try to walk, I’ll be a little bowlegged. Who knew baseball players had so much stamina?

Besides the sex, I love being with Garrett. It’s like having my best friend back. We joke, we laugh, we chill, and it’s all so comfortable. But the distance sucks. Long-distance relationships…er, friendships, or whatever we are: zero stars. Do not recommend. At this point, I’m one hundred percent invested. He’s my one. My only. My forever.

A door clicks shut followed by footsteps. As they grow louder, I peek my head over the edge of the blanket. I’m greeted by a six-foot-four baseball Adonis wearing black gym shorts that hang low on his hips. I suck my bottom lip in my mouth. He lifts the hem of his shirt to wipe his face, exposing his chiseled abs and the dark strip of hair that disappears under his waistband. Instantly, my nipples grow hard. This is what I want to wake up to everyday.

After I finish drooling, I finally weave together enough words to form a complete sentence. “You worked out this morning?”

“Yeah. A workout is a great way to start the day.” He yanks his shirt over his head.

Let more ogling commence. “But it’s like nine in the morning.” I sit up a little farther on the bed and prop myself against the headboard. “Your idea and my idea of working out are two completely different things. I prefer my workouts without clothes and in bed.” A sultry smile plays on my lips.

Lust fills his irises as he stalks toward me. His palms rest on either side of my hips and he leans in, his lips inches from mine. “I could get on board with the no clothes.” His mouth slants over mine in a brief kiss. Then he presses a kiss to my cheek and down to my jaw. His hot breath sends a chill through my entire body. “I could give you a workout right now,” he murmurs against my skin.

I lift my chin and turn my head to the side to give him better access as he places open mouth kisses on my neck. “Does me watching you work out count as a workout? Because I’d totally be down to watch you do some pushups.” I drag my fingers over his forearm and up to his bicep.

“That could work.” He untangles me from the blanket. His heated gaze rakes over my bare legs, my navy blue lacepanties, and stops at the Warblers logo across my chest. My hard nipples stretch the dark gray fabric. “Get on the floor.” His voice is deep and gravelly, like he’s fighting the need to ravish me right this second.

I scoot to the edge of the bed, and he helps me off. I sit cross-legged in the middle of the expansive bedroom floor. “What are you doing?”

“Just trust me. This will be enjoyable for the both of us. Spread your legs.”

I inch my legs apart.

“More than that.” He grips my knees and spreads my legs until I’m practically doing the splits. Then he situates himself in the pushup position between my legs.

My eyebrows pinch together. “What are you doing?”

He smirks. “We’re both going to enjoy my workout.” He bends his elbows and lowers himself to the ground. When his face is hovering inches above the apex of my thighs, instead of pushing up, he runs the tip of his nose over my lace-covered pussy. My breath hitches as a scattering of goosebumps covers my arms. When he pushes up, he peers up at me and winks before he lowers himself again. This time he peeks his tongue out and presses it against the lace. A shiver runs up my spine. He does it again and again. Each time the thin fabric grows more damp.

Before he descends again, he says, “Take them off.”

Without hesitation, I lift myself up and slip one leg through the waistband and let them dangle around my ankle on my other leg. He dips again, this time licking up the length of my pussy. I moan from the contact.

He pushes up. “Spread yourself with your fingers. I want to see you glistening for me.” With two fingers, I do what he says. “Fucking gorgeous. Just waiting to be devoured.” When he lowers himself again, he holds hisposition as his tongue laps at my pussy. I cry out his name as I buck my hips, wanting more of him. He pushes up. “Fuck, my girl is greedy. I better give her what she wants.”

“Yesss.” My teeth sink into my bottom lip. The anticipation of his mouth on me again drives me wild.

This time, when he lowers himself to the floor, he drops to his elbows and wraps his arms around my thighs, holding me in place. He continues lapping and sucking at my pussy. With two fingers he spears my entrance, filling me, and my hips jerk.

My mouth falls open on a gasp. “Oh! Oh yes! Right there. More. I need more.” I reach up and dig my fingers into his hair, holding him in place. With every stroke of his tongue, every curl of his fingers inside me, my body lights up like a firework display.

“I’ll give you everything, Tates. Everything.” He wraps his lips around my clit and sucks.

My body jerks as my grip on his hair tightens. With the flat of his tongue, he gives me another teasing lick. “I want. To give. You. Everything. I—I—I love—” My eyes roll to the back of my head. The slow burn that started in my belly finally explodes as pure, blissful pleasure roars through me. “Oh. God. Garrett!” I clench around his fingers as waves of pleasure crash into me. My breathing slowly returns to normal as my orgasm subsides. Garrett crawls up my body, and I cup his cheek with one hand, the short stubble tickling my fingertips. His lips press to mine. I taste myself on him and for some reason, it turns me on even more.

“How was that work out?” he murmurs against my lips.

“Every morning should start with a workout.”

“You know what needs to be done after a workout?”

I shake my head, still recuperating from my orgasm.

“Shower.” He pushes off the floor and stands.

Desire pools between my legs once again when I catch sight of his cock tenting his shorts, the loose fabric doing nothing to conceal his hard-on. He holds his hand out and I wrap my fingers around his before he tugs me up. We enter the en suite bathroom, a long two-sink vanity sits on the right, and along the far wall is an enormous walk-in tile shower with glass walls. He turns on the hot water and when he returns, I wrap my fingers around the hem of my shirt to lift and then he takes over, the fabric dragging up my body and over my head.

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