Page 51 of Broken Chords

He ushers me inside, locking the front door behind us, and directly into his room, not pausing to turn on any lights. Once inside his room, he backs me up to the bed, tipping my face up for a quick, dizzying kiss. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, finds mine, and then retreats, stealing my breath with it. He pushes me gently so I sit down on the bed. Crossing to the dresser, he lights a small pillar candle. There are three on the dresser and two more on the bedside table, these in jars. His room glows with candlelight.

“You’ve been planning this,” I say as he sets the lighter back on his dresser.

He turns to me with a dismissive shrug. “I’ve been planning to have you here again eventually. I like the candlelight, but one isn’t enough. I like being able to see you.”

“I love it,” I breathe, and he moves to me on the bed, his hands sliding under my top and lifting. I raise my arms over my head, setting to work on the buttons on his shirt once my top clears my head. I only get through three of them before he interrupts me again, pulling my bra straps down my arms. And when his hands cup my breasts, lifting them so he can bend and take them in his mouth, I can’t get to his buttons anymore. So I lean back on my hands, thrusting my chest out to him, letting him have his way with my breasts. His fingers knead, caress, and stroke as his tongue circles one nipple, then the other, his lips closing over them one at a time, quick sucks as he pulls back till they pop out of his mouth. My head lolls back between my shoulders, my eyes closed as I enjoy the attention.

“God, Damian. I want your mouth on me everywhere. And I want to touch you. And I want …”

My eyes pop open. “I want you in my mouth.” I sit up, my hands going to his shoulders to push him back a little. “Hurry up and get naked. We’re going to sixty-nine.”

His eyes widen. “Charlie …” There’s hesitation in his voice, but I’m not sure why, so I push past it.

“No arguing. I promise you can finish where and how you like. If you don’t want to come in my mouth, that’s fine. I know you love blowjobs. And I want to taste you. But I also need you to keep touching me. Clothes off.”

His lips press together as his fingers gently start to undo the buttons on his shirt, but when I shimmy out of my skirt, all reluctance leaches out of his face. That’s more like it.

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