Page 69 of Peaches

“Now’s not the time for your alpha bullshit!”

I’m three steps away from her at most and I take them with bated breath as my hands shake before they fist at my side to calm my nerves.

“My brother needs me! My mother needs me!”

I need you, too, Grace!

“Because Lord knows my father is useless as all hell, and I’m all they have, and you’re going to stand there and try and pull some macho man card and tell me I can’t…”

My right hand reaches out before I can force myself to think straight and without warning I pull her into my chest as my left-hand snakes up her back, finds her slender neck, and forces her mouth against my own. My eager lips part and take what they should’ve a thousand times before. Something I knew would be habit-forming if I ever let myself enjoy the taste of it. Her shock makes her body rigid in my arms for a moment, but as I fist a handful of her hair in my palm, pull her body closer to mine, and bite her bottom lip begging her to open for me, her mouth finally parts, her body softens, and my tongue savors her kiss for the very first time.

Habit forming, shit, I’m instantly addicted!

Mind blowing, that’s the only way to describe the way her lips feel finally pressed up against mine.

It’s unnerving really, her kiss. Because it does something to my life. It seals any thought in my mind that the only obligation I will ever have, above all others, will only be to her. Always.

We get lost in each other, hands fisted in one another’s shirts, not being able to get the other one close enough. Our kiss is like a drug, pulling us under and making us both ravenous with the need for more.

Feverish, mad, the connection we’ve been ignoring ignites into something greater than we both have ever expected as our mouths move, our tongues slide, and we both hear ourselves moan from the high just our kiss alone is capable of.

I pull her up in my arms and she complies perfectly, wrapping her legs around my waist as I swing around and set her on the kitchen counter. Our kiss breaks for only a brief moment as a strike of lightning illuminates the room casting the perfect light across her body.

Her hands fist in the top of my shirt and in one swift movement, she rips it down the middle sending buttons flying everywhere. All I hear are the crisp dings of their impact as they hit God knows where in the room before she’s pushing the shirt down my arms and I’m ridding myself of it in a hurry before grabbing the hem of her own shirt and pulling it over her head.

Tossing it immediately to the side, her bare tits fall free, and I feel myself grow harder with the sight of her hard nipples. Perky, and begging to be licked and sucked right in front me. My gaze travels up and my hands frame her face as I take a moment and stare at her in disbelief, hesitating, and wondering just one damn thing.

How in the hell did I ever get so lucky!

Told you!

Damn lucky!

And I promise myself to show her just how much she’s the sole reason for that luck right now. Because dammit, she’s a blessing I don’t deserve. A saving grace that’s heaven sent.

Her hips push forward eagerly as she brings our bodies closer together, craving the connection we’ve finally let ourselves indulge in. My face lowers slowly at first as I stare in her eyes in some sort of lust induced trance. She gazes back at me, neither of us breaking eye contact, drawing out each second in beautiful agony and only creating more of a need to build in our souls as time stretches. Finally, my lips brush against her neck and I waste no time in sucking her soft skin into my mouth as she rocks her hips forward into my lower stomach and a soft moan escapes her lips.

If fantasizing about her this last month wasn’t enough torture, having her in my arms is damn near crucifying as I hastily trail kisses down her body, across her chest, immediately making my way to her core as I gently push her body back against the cold granite and pull her clothes from her lower body.

Neither of us speak. A first maybe for both of us. But the silence makes this moment flawless, and I can tell neither of us wish to break it. Communicating with our hunger, our desire, our lust, and craving, we’re both delirious because this kind of connection is now the only thing we’re begging for.

She’s bare underneath as I expose her. I find myself mesmerized by the sight of her up close and intimately uncovered. She’s restless, needing me to touch, taste, explore her in ways we’ve both been yearning for.

Her back arches off the counter as I blow on her sex. Her knees wobble slightly as I push them further apart, taking in her beautiful spread pussy and I groan. Her lips are wet, soaking with her arousal. Her center, something I’ve been dying to feast on, now offered up before me and more perfect than I could ever have dreamed.

I start slowly, trailing my finger from her belly button to the patch of groomed hair above her pussy. She hisses as she sucks in a breath in response. I look up at her, finding it unbelievable that she’s here, with me, letting me indulge in her like I’ve been longing for since the moment I first laid eyes on her, and all the nights and days in between I’ve spent telling myself I couldn’t have her.

My eyes trail slowly back to the apex of her thighs just as my finger trails to her nub. I brush it across her clit, adding just the right amount of pressure to coax another hungry cry from her lungs before tracing the outside of her walls, running my finger slowly down the side of her velvet lips as I place a tender kiss on her inner thigh.

Her smell is sweet, musky and makes me drunk with a frenzied need as I lightly trace up the middle of her crease and place another kiss closer to every man’s most fantasized dream. Her hips gently rock forward as her right hand finds my hair and she curls her fingers through it, arching herself up off the counter and needing more than I am giving her.

Trust me, I plan on giving it to her,fully, but having her finally this close, right where I have always wanted her, I suddenly feel the need to take my time. Go slow. Savor. Enjoy. Cherish each and every second of tasting her body for the very first time.

My face rests close to her entrance as I push my finger inside her lightly. She weeps from above and I catch myself growling in response because fuck, she’s so muchmorethan I ever imagined. She’s drenched, and so damn tight. I don’t want to hurt her, but God, I need to have her, any way she’ll allow me to, and I don’t plan on stopping until we’re both fully satisfied.

My head lowers as I lick up her pussy once and almost hear myself roar with how good she tastes. Control finally snapped, I pick up her hips and close my mouth over her folds, licking hard right up her center as my tongue dives inside her snug walls.

Fuck addictive. Her cunt is my new obsession, and I find myself deranged as I fuck her with my tongue, suck her pleasure down my throat, and beg for her to give me more as my mouth rises and I find her clit, and flick my tongue against it quickly.

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