Page 81 of Gone With the Wine

I lift my head and meet her eyes. We both smile.

“Hang on.” I roll off her and take Moose back out to the living room. “Sorry, buddy. You’re gonna have to stay here for a while, okay.” Back in the bedroom, I shut the door behind me. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay.” She smiles leisurely. “How can you be mad at a cute little pupper?”

I pull in a breath. “A cute little cock blocker is what he is.”

She giggles.

While I’m up I snag a condom from a drawer, then move back over her. This time I’m not so out of control. Now I can take my time exploring her, teasing her, making her feel good. I slide a hand up her thigh, her skin smooth and firm, on the way to absolute heaven. My dick hardens even more and I remove her jeans and those fucking miniscule purple panties that made me lose my mind earlier.

She watches me as I rise onto my knees and undo the buttons of my shirt. I toss it aside and shift to pull off my jeans. When I turn back to her she sits up and then we’re kissing again, wrapped in each other’s arms. I slide a hand into her hair, tangling in it and tugging. Her soft sound of pleasure is intoxicating. I grip the hem of her T-shirt and tug it up and over her head. Her bra is currently stuffed into a pocket of her jeans, and my gaze lingers hungrily on her perfect tits, her bare shoulders, and her narrow waist. I lean in again, slide one hand in her hair, and I cup her face with the other. Mouths biting and tongues sliding, she makes more delicious sounds.

“Jesus.” Her nipples are hardened into tight points and I feast my gaze on them as I lower her back to the bed and stretch out between her legs. She glides her fingers over my neck, through my hair, and I find her mouth again, kissing hard and rough, catching her bottom lip in my teeth, then licking over it.

My dick is hard again, already, engorged and throbbing, and tingles simmer at the base of my spin. Hands holding her face, I lift my head and look down at her. We’re locked into a cage of heat and hunger, and something shifts, slows. My eyelids drop, I lower my mouth to hers, and this kiss drifts slower. Consuming. Devastating.

Eventually I lift my mouth from hers and, eyes on hers, I kiss between her breasts. “So fucking gorgeous.” I cup them, squeeze them, kiss the hard tips, then take quick sips, pulling one nipple into my mouth, then the other.

A cry spills from her lips and her body quivers.

“Are you sore?” I ask softly, brushing my fingertips over her bare mound.

“No. I mean, maybe a little. But I’m fine.”

“Okay.” I brush another kiss on her mouth while slapping a hand around on the bed for the condom packet. Quickly, I glove up and move between her legs. I lower myself to my elbows, lowering my face so we’re nose to nose. Eye to eye. Gazes locked in an intimate connection. She reaches between us for my cock and guides it to her hot, wet opening. A groan rises in my chest, my eyes closing, and I rest my forehead on hers as I push into her. “Fuuuuck. You feel amazing.”

This is pent-up lust and repressed craving and desperate, beautiful relief.

“Can you come again?” I whisper against her ear.

“I…think so…” She finds her clit, and with a few tight, slick circles… “Yessss…”

I thrust again and again, my balls tight, pressure building at my spine. Her pussy squeezes me, rippling around me, and I let out a mighty shout as exquisite pain rips through me. Sensation rocks me in waves and I go still, pulsing inside her, burying my face in the side of her neck and panting against her skin. She holds me with her arms and legs, her mouth on my shoulder.

“Jesus. Jesus Christ. Bianca.”

“Mmmm.”

Am I even still alive? I’m not sure. But if I’ve died, I’ve definitely gone to heaven.

“I hopethe enchilasagna is okay because I’m starving.” Her voice is soft and drowsy.

“Yeah?” I roll toward her and prop my head on my elbow. “You sound like you want to go to sleep.”

“Mmm. I always want to go to sleep after an orgasm. And that wasthreeorgasms.” Eyes still closed, her mouth curves into a satisfied smile.

I stroke hair back off her face. “Maybe you should sleep.”

She cracks open an eye. “Are we back to me working too hard?”

One corner of my mouth lifts. “Maybe?”

Both eyes open and focus on me. “Can I eat first? Then sleep?”

“We can do that. Don’t move.” I shift away to get out of bed. “I’ll be back.”

Her eyes widen. “What are you doing?”

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