Page 85 of Counting On You

I let my tongue trail down her neck to her collarbone, then move upward again, tasting her skin. She smells of the intoxicating scent that’s been lingering around our apartment since her arrival. She tastes of roses and strawberries and cream andher.

I press my growing hardness against her ass while my breath grazes her ear as I whisper, “I want to taste you. All of you.”

Her breath catches in her throat—I can hear it, I can feel it in the way she freezes against me. An instant later, her pulse quickens against my lips and she pushes her ass against me, grinding slightly, as though eager to feel me inside her.

“Kade.” She says my name—half protesting, half imploring. It could go either way now.

I let my hand trail down her back until I reach her hips and push up her dress. Her skin is feverishly hot against my fingertips. Only a thin pair of lace panties is standing between me and what I want. What I’ve been aching to touch and feel and taste.

“Is this what you want, Vicky?” I part her legs with my knee and push her panties aside. She draws in her breath the moment I touch my fingers to her entrance.

She’s hot and wet for me.

The thought drives me crazy. Unable to control myself, I let out a low, feral growl.

I have to have hernow.

I want to make her writhe and quiver. I want to see her come with my name on her lips.

Turning her around, I lower myself down on my knees. She doesn’t protest as I push up her dress and gather it around her hips, guiding her hands to keep it up.

Her panties are damp, dripping with want. I pull them down her legs, letting them fall to her ankles, then guide one leg up around my shoulder. She’s now captured between the wall and me, at my mercy, just the way I want it.

“Kade?” Her voice is questioning. Pleading.

“You know how long I’ve been waiting for this?” I want to look up into her heated gaze, but I can’t peel my eyes from her swollen lips.

She’s tight. Perfect. Made for me.

I brush my fingertips against her entrance, parting her lips in the process, and then press my mouth against it, inhaling her scent.

Her breath catches in her throat, and her fingers catch in my hair, half pulling me to her, half pushing me away.

She wants to protest, I can feel it, but I don’t give her the chance. I grab her wrist and hold it in place as I begin to lick her up and down, taking my time to encircle the tiny bud.

“So good.” I groan into her hot pussy and slash my lips over her before I release her hand.

The moment I dive two fingers into her she’s gone. She’s so tight I can feel her vibrating around my fingers s she begins to seek her own pleasure, all reasoning forgotten.

“Kade.” My name spills from her lips, carried by a raspy breath.

That’s what I wanted.

My dick’s so hard I don’t think I’d last a minute. I want her around it, riding it, filled to the brim. But I can’t peel my mouth off her burning core. She’s too close. So damn close. I want to taste her when she comes, and then we’ll take care of my dick.

“I’m—”

“Yes, sweetheart. Come for me.” I work my fingers faster, deeper, reaching that one point I instinctively know she’s going to like while my tongue keeps its pressure.

Her breathing flutters as fast as the wings of a butterfly as she comes, clenching and unclenching hard.

I stare at her as she unravels beneath my touch. “You’re beautiful,” I say gently.

“Thanks.” Her cheeks flush as she lets her hand trail down my pants. I stop her before she can reach my crotch.

“What are you doing?”

She looks up at me, her gaze questioning. “Finishing this.”

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