Page 125 of Keeping the Score

FORD

“Finally.”

“Finally I can collect on that rain check?”

“Hell, yeah.” I flick on the lamp beside the bed, then back Andi up to the mattress and ease her onto the duvet, coming down beside her.

She turns her face so our mouths meet and surprises me by reaching for my hand. She pulls it up and presses it to her breast. I remember the first time we had sex, how she did that. But now it means more. My hand is over her heart. I hold it there, measuring the beat of her heart, watching her face. “You’re so beautiful.”

Her smile is luminous. I move over her, and she pushes her elbows into the mattress and lifts her head as I nuzzle her throat, her breasts. I nudge up her sweater, and she sits up so I can tug it off. I admire her pretty pink lace bra. “Matching panties?”

“What do you think?” Her eyelashes flicker with flirty seduction.

“I think we need to get this off you.” I flick the bra open and drop it over the side of the bed, and for a moment I can only gaze at her, her beautiful breasts bare for me, emotion swelling inmy chest, stealing my breath. Christ. This woman… is she really mine? “I love you.”

Her mouth curves sweetly. “I love you, too.”

I bend my head, lick and suck, loving the feel and taste of her nipples in my mouth, loving how she responds, her hands in my hair, her body tightening and arching. I fucking love doing this to her, setting her on fire, making her aching and eager. I lick her breasts, nipping at the soft curves, and slide a hand down between her thighs. I rub her, absorbing the damp heat of her through her leggings. “You’re wet, honey.”

“I know,” she groans.

“Shhh. We need to be quiet.”

“Right. Right.” She pants a couple of soft breaths, then whispers, “I need you to touch me there.”

“Oh, yeah.” I move back between her thighs to drag her leggings off. Perfect. I study the tiny pink lace thong. “Have I ever told you how much I like your underwear?”

“Mmm. Yes, you have.”

“These are so pretty. But they’re coming off, too.” I slide the lace down her legs and then study her, naked on the bed in front of me. “Christ, you’re beautiful, Andi.”

“So are you.” She reaches for me and lays her palms on my chest, rubbing over my pecs. Heat slides down through me to my balls.

“I want to worship you. Show you everything you are to me.” I shift back so I can kiss her mouth as I fondle her. I pet her folds with my fingertips, then slide deep inside. “Gorgeous.” I brush my lips over the top of one breast. “So hot and slippery.”

I slide an arm beneath her, lick and suck her breasts, grazing her with my teeth. She moans and writhes at my touch. Electricity sizzles over my nerve endings, tension growing in my spine. My balls ache, and sensation wraps around my cock, making me crazy for her.

I caress her stomach, the curve of her hip, and again between her legs, every touch full of adoration and awe and a desire to please her. Make her feel so good. Venturing lower, I lick the shallow indent of her navel and across her stomach, then ease her legs apart to move between them, dragging my tongue along her thighs, then to her center.

“Oh my God, Ford.” She drops flat on her back. “Oh my God.”

“You taste so sweet.” I lick again. “I could do this forever.” I pull back to study her. “Look at that pretty pussy. So soft and pink.”

She whimpers, her hands sliding into my hair and twisting. “I want you inside me.”

“Yeah. I will be. Believe me.” I lift her knee with one hand and push it up and back. I slide my other arm under her hip to hug her other thigh and lap at her with slow, reverent strokes of my tongue. When I lick over her clit, her hips jerk and lift against me. I use one thumb to open her more to my tongue. “Smooth. Juicy.” Damn, I need to be inside her now.

I unbutton my shirt and shrug it off, then strip off my pants, underwear, and socks. I move back between her thighs, on my knees, nudging her legs wider for me. I fist my stiff cock and stroke it up and down through her creamy center, brushing the head over her clit. My balls tighten even more at the root of my cock, sizzling pleasure licking over me like flames.

Trembling, she opens her eyes, and I hold her gaze steadily as I stroke her. Her stomach muscles tighten. “Fuck me,” she whispers.

“You want this?” I stroke my cock.

Her gaze drops to my hand and watches. “Yes. I want you inside me.” She reaches out again and grazes her fingertips over my chest and abs, all the way down to the hair at the base of my cock. My muscles twitch, and my skin burns.

I find her entrance and push inside, all the while holding her gaze. We stare into each other’s eyes in a connection that makes my heart inflate with raw emotion. I can’t look away as her body closes around me, almost unbearably hot and tight, skin to skin, and I push in slowly, watching her face closely. “Okay, beautiful?”

“Oh, yeah.” Her hips move, changing the angle, taking me deeper. I reach for one of her hands, lace our fingers together, and lift her other leg higher. Her gaze returns to my face, and I fuck her hard, deep, joining us in the closest connection we can have. And it’s still not enough. I want her so much it almost scares me.

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