Page 105 of Stay With Me

“Really?” she whispers, her doe eyes enormous.

“Really. I want your presence felt everywhere here. I want to know I’ll go to sleep next to you at night and wake up with you in the morning. I want to help you plant your garden every year, take pictures of you standing next to sunflowers each season, see you cook in the kitchen I designed for you. All of it. I want all of you, Emily.”

“Yes,” she whispers. Then, louder, “Definitely, yes.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she answers. “I have a condition, though.” She wears a devious smirk on her face.

I narrow my eyes at her. “What’s that?”

“I want to get a puppy. One of those labs from the lady Annie got Bean from.”

I grin at her. “You want a dog?”

“Yep. And don’t get mad, but I already kinda put a deposit down on the litter that will be ready to go to their fur-ever homes in three weeks.”

“You what?” I’m sure my mouth is hanging open.

She shrugs. “It happened before we broke up. I figured I’d bring her home and ask forgiveness afterward. I’d have a companion when you were working a twenty-four-hour shift. And if I wasn’t living here anymore then I wouldn’t have to ask. So….”

She looks so damn cute trying to bat her eyelashes at me and wearing the pouty little smile that makes me think all kinds of dirty thoughts about her sweet mouth.

“And if I agree, what will you give me?” I tease.

“Mmmm”—she quirks one eyebrow and a corner of her mouth up making a show of scratching her head like she’s thinking hard—“I might be able to think of something.”

I rise up to my knees and position myself between her legs, using my body to spread them for me, holding her sultry gaze in mine. “It’s only fair if you get a puppy, I get to play with your pussy.”

Her pupils dilate with lust, and I spend the next five minutes caressing and flicking her clit with my finger, varying the pressure, all the while holding eye contact with her. Before long, she’s writhing under my hand.

“Oh God, please. Please, Charlie,” she begs. Her whimpers are so damn hot.

I love watching her when she’s like this, overwhelmed with pleasure and grasping for her release.

“Please what, baby? Tell me what you want.”

“Make me come. I need to come.”

“Do you want to come on my hand or my face?”

She tugs her lower lip between her teeth and it’s so fucking sexy. “Your face,” she whispers. “But you don’t have to.” Her cheeks are flushed pink.

“Oh, believe me there’s nothing I want more right now than for you to squirm against my mouth while you come, sunshine. You never have to worry about whether I want to go down on you, because I love it. Just keep watching while I do it and you’ll see that. Okay?”

She nods and I lower my mouth then swipe my tongue through her warm folds. Her loud moan has my dick growing hard again. I work my tongue around her clit, circling it and flicking it with the tip as I slide two fingers inside her, filling her. When I find her small, raised patch of rough skin with my fingers and rub across it back and forth, she explodes with her orgasm, screaming out wildly and bucking against my face. I continue working her with my mouth and fingers until her body calms.

“Make love to me, Charlie. Please,” she says in a soft voice between panting breaths.

I reposition my body so my steel hard cock is at her entrance, and slowly slide into her. “God, you feel so good, baby.”

She simply mewls in response as she takes all of me and I slip in and out of her.

I lean over her to kiss her, careful not to put any of my weight on her body. I want to consume her moans and whimpers with my mouth.

When my lips touch her full, soft ones, it’s like all is right in the world. We kiss with light touches at first while I slowly make love to her, but when she whimpers and licks across my bottom lip, something feral in me needs more.

I cup her cheek and allow my tongue to push through the slight opening between her lips, then deepen the kiss as I explore her sweet mouth.

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