Page 29 of Love You A Latte

“Addison,” I practically growl her name and her eyes shoot up to mine. “Stop toying with me. Give me your mouth.”

Her eyes widen and she clenches her legs together. My girl likes to be told what to do, and I’ll be remembering that for later. She’s hovering over me, not even an inch away from where I want her, her eyes locked on mine as shewaits.

“Stick out your tongue,” I say, and she does. No hesitation, her pupils blowing wide, she sticks out the prettiest pink tongue I’ve ever seen. I reach down with one hand, burying my fist in her hair to hold her steady where I want her, then I cant my hips and swipe her tongue across me.

I let out a filthy moan, then hear her match it and my pulse spikes. She attempts to lean forward, to put her tongue on me again, and whimpers when my unrelenting grip stings her scalp. Her eyes plead with me, and I hold her gaze for a moment, letting her know I’m in charge.

She blinks, and I loosen my grip, allowing her to lean forward for a second swipe, parting my lips and diving deep. She closes her eyes and an appreciative hum leaves her throat before her movements turn more frantic.

Realizing she likes this, that she’s as desperate for it as I am, heats my blood and turns me on even more. I’m not going to last; I can already feel the heat building low in my spine, spreading to my core. I’m swollen beneath her talented tongue, and when she pushes two fingers inside me and curls them against my inner walls, my hips start grinding against her in earnest.

She moans and increases her pace, but that’s not what I need.

“No,” I instruct, “slower.”

Addison slows back down, her eyes watching me attentively again. I like that she’s lost in me, that she finds pleasure in giving me pleasure. I also like how submissive and responsive she is. Her tongue is perfect. Her fingers are divine. Her attention is heady, building my pleasure to heights I’m not sure I’ve felt before.

“That’s a good girl,” I say, hardly recognizing my own voice, and Addison groans. It vibrates against me, and that’s enough to tip me over the edge. I tense and pulse, and Addison laps up everything I have to give, groaning again and extending my orgasm.

Addison’s soft hands trace back up my tattoos as I come down to earth, sucking in air like I’m starved of it. She sends goosebumps zinging along my skin and I shiver,then yank her up into my arms. She laughs again, and I smile while planting my lips on hers.

I love you.

The words flit through my brain, but I manage to keep them in. It’s too soon, right? It hasn’t even been a week. I shake my head and turn my focus to the woman of my dreams, her body tucked into mine with our arms and legs tangled together.

She sighs, a happy, contented sound, and kisses my neck lightly. I kiss the crown of her head in response and we soak in the contentment for a few moments.

“You should stay,” I say, my voice quiet in the silence of the apartment.

Addison looks up, her eyes searching mine.

“Yeah?” she says.

“Yeah,” I nod.

A soft smile, hesitant at first, blooms across her face, but then it drops as her eyebrows draw together.

“What about Moose?”

I shrug. “I’ve got chicken we can cook him for dinner. He should be fine here.”

Addison hums and tucks her head back into my shoulder.

“Okay, we’ll have to remember to snag some of his food next time, though.”

I grin, though she can’t see it.

“There’s going to be a next time, huh?” I say, my voice teasing as I move my hand from her hip to squeeze her ass.

And what a perfect, spankable, handful of an ass it is.

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I wake to our bodies tangled together, with her face pressed into the side of my head, one arm flung over my waist and her legs fitted around mine. I have one arm wrapped underneath her, and I can’t feel it. I hold in a grimace. That’s going to be a bitch when I move it, but regardless, I don’t want to. I want to hold her against me like this forever.

Unfortunately, the bliss doesn’t last long, thanks to herwild hair. Her brown locks are lighter with the sun streaming in, burnishing her highlights to a gorgeous honey gold. That doesn’t help the tickle in my nose, though, when a few stray hairs brush across my face with each of our breaths.

I try to hold it in, clenching my chest and holding my breath, but it doesn’t work. The sneeze bursts out of me, and Addison shoots up in bed.

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