Page 69 of Crave

“Hey, handsome.” I can practically see his smile on the other line.

“Hey, gorgeous. I’ve been calling you for a while. Everything okay?”

“Yeah. My phone died, and I was next door having dinner. What are you up to?” Like a teenage girl, I flop myself on top of my bed, waiting to hear him speak.

“I’m just standing outside.”

“Outside?” I frown at the thought, wishing I was with him. “Are you walking the dogs?”

“Nah. The dogs are all set for tonight. I’m outside your house, baby.” I jump out of my bed and look out the window. Sure enough, he’s in my driveway leaning against his car. I grab my flimsy robe, pull it on and run down my steps. When I open the door, he’s standing right there. I throw myself in his arms and attack him with my lips. He lifts me as if I weigh nothing, and steps through my front door. He kicks the door shut and carries me up the stairs straight to my bedroom.

“I missed you, pretty.”

“Oh, god. I missed you too.” The minute he puts me down, I reach for his sweatpants, pull the elastic waist and stick my greedy hand down his pants. “Looks like he missed me too,” I say against his mouth as I feel his hard thickness in my hand. He groans in my mouth as I feel his strong hands slide my robe from my body.

“I’ve missed you so much,” I say as I help him pull off his pants and shirt. Disrobed, he falls on my bed, his dick ready for me.

“I want you on top. Now.” I’m dragging my panties off and discarding them before he even finishes his sentence. I climb on top of him, and his hand finds his way between my legs, spreading me apart. I groan, nearly coming undone as his finger finds its way inside of me.

“I want to take my time and kiss every inch of you. Make love to you, but we’ll save that for round two.” He grabs me by the waist, sitting me on top of his abs, my pussy spread wide. I can feel my moistness coat his skin. He lifts me as if I’m weightless and aligns himself at my opening. I slide down, him filling me completely.

“Like that, baby,” he groans as he changes positions. He sits up, putting us chest to chest. His large hands grab both hips as he rocks me back and forth against him. I thread my fingers through his hair, lean down and rest my forehead on top of his.

As I ride him faster, he sucks on the base of my neck, his tongue hot like fire on me.

One of his hands travels to my breast, cupping it and teasing my nipple between his fingers. The hand that was on my hip is now cupping my ass, but not for long. Without warning, he slaps the cheek he had been holding, the sound loud in the bedroom, shocking me.

“Do that again,” I say as I look into his brown eyes. He slaps my ass again, harder this time. “Yes!”

“You like that? Round two, I’m going to take my time and make love to you. Round three, I’m going to do you doggy style and slap your ass the entire time.”

“Round four, I’m going to suck you so hard, you’ll forget your own name.”

My words catch him by surprise. His eyes darken even more before he kisses me, bruising my lips.

“Damn, woman.”

He takes my nipple between his fingers again, the sensation going straight down to my core, making my pussy even wetter.

“I’m coming,” I say against his lips.

“Together.” He grabs my hips again and thrusts so deep, I cry out his name the same time he calls out mine. And together, we crash.

“I’m so glad you came over.” I snuggle into his side, the both of us still naked and sweaty, and my ass still stinging from his hand.

“Me too. I was getting worried about you. Wanted to make sure you were okay.” How did I ever think this man was an asshole?

“I’m sorry. I didn’t have my charger. I’d been using yours all weekend. What did you do tonight, other than worry about me?”

“Went to the gym. Ate dinner alone. Walked the dogs and then came over here. I got used to having you around. I didn’t realize how lonely I’ve been.” I shift my body and climb on top of him, grab his face and lock gazes.

“I’m here now. You don’t have to be lonely, baby. You have me.” I lower my face to his, his name a soft moan on my mouth. I touch his tender lips with mine as I run my fingers through his messy hair. He grazes his fingertips along my spine and I deepen the kiss, my nipples becoming stiff peaks on his chest.

I let out a satisfied breath when the kiss is broken. I slide off his body, and wrap my arms around his torso as my head ends up in the crook of his neck.

“What’s this?” he asks as he reaches over and grabs a magazine from my lamp table. He flips through it and lands on my marked page. “The best places to eat in Florence, Italy. Are you planning a trip?”

“No,” is all I say. I reach for the magazine, but he pulls it out of my grasp.

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