Page 84 of New York Love Stories: Vol. 2

“Yeah?” I run the end of my nose along the side of her thigh.

Breathless, she says, “Being with you like this . . . it’s still new.”

I pause, wanting to reassure her and rid her tone of any insecurity. I lift the covers until our eyes meet. I can imagine my eyes reflect the same desire I find inside hers, but I want to take away any doubts she may have. “As fast or slow as you want to go. You’re in control.”

I love the sweet smile and nod she gives me.How did I deserve such trust?I already know this is not where and when we’ll have sex for the first time. It won’t just be the freedom to be together. It will also be about the freedom to express ourselves. I want to hear her yell my fucking name at the peak of her orgasm.

After that, I’m going to take my time and have her do it all over again. I want to experience her and listen to every noise shemakes. I want her to feel free to moan and cry out and scream as I bring her to orgasm.Something I’ve fantasized about for so long.

I will my erection to go down, but nothing works. Her scent surrounds me, enticing me, so I push my hips against the mattress, trying to find some sort of relief. The more I hear and feel her losing control, the more the discomfort in my boxers grows.

No way am I putting my needs before hers, though. I started this, and I intend to enjoy every inch of this sublime body of hers. I start making love to her pussy with my mouth.

Touching.

Kissing.

The sheets are fisted around me, her hips bucking against my mouth until I hold her still again. This time, I fuck her with my tongue until my hair is pulled as she releases under a barrage of heavy breaths mixed with my name being whispered.

Licking.

Sucking.

Writhing beneath me.

Her body shivers with a giggle as she comes back down from the heavens. I climb up next to her and fall on my back. She lies there with her features at peace, her eyes closed for only a minute or so before turning to me. “You were right.”

“About?” I grin in response, though I have no idea what she’s about to say.

“You’re very good when you’re bad.”

“I’m not usually one forI told youso.” I move her hair behind her shoulder just to see her graceful neck. It’s the spot where her neck meets her shoulder that draws me to kiss her right there again. “Why do you taste so sweet?”

Her chest vibrates with laughter. “It’s the s’mores.” Maneuvering on top of me, she bends down until we’re noseto nose. Her little body rocking on my middle has me gripping her hips and holding her down harder. A rumbling growl builds strength inside. “You feel so good, you naughty girl.”

“Guess what?”

“What?”

Escaping my grasp, she slips under the blanket. “Want to see how bad I can be?”

Yes.Fucking yes!

I wantto have sex with Tealey.

I’d sacrifice the chance at partner, give up my apartment building, and sell my soul to the devil to taste a piece of heaven. The samples are good, but I need more. Iwantmore with her.I want her.

I haven’t had sex for . . . well, a long damn time. I should be climbing the walls. I should be a grouchy ass who’s best avoided. But I’m the opposite.

Doesn’t mean I won’t race home to get this woman alone. I’ll be breaking the speed limits if it gets me there five minutes sooner.

I wave one last time to Mom before rounding the bend and leaving the others driving home in the SUV in my dust. Reaching over, I walk two fingers down Tealey’s thigh. She hasn’t made access easy by wearing jeans, but I think I’m up for the challenge. “What kind of underwear are you wearing?”

She laughs, her head pushing back on the seat rest. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Yes, I would.” I smirk and then chuckle. “That’s why I’m asking.”

“None,” she replies, her eyes trained out the windshield.

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