Page 36 of Married to Number 22
Then it’s like something snaps inside her.
She becomes a flurry of movement, of intensity, of wild woman whom I have no hope of containing.
And I don’t want to.
Instead, I heft as she jumps, grabbing the bottoms of her thighs, encouraging her to wrap her legs around my waist. And I sure as fuck don’t stop kissing her, just walk her toward the stairs as she moans, our tongues dancing, her pelvis grinding against mine.
“Aiden,” she gasps when I let her breathe, when I kiss my way along her throat.
My toes hit the bottom stair and I lift my foot, intending to find somewhere horizontal to finish what we started yesterday.
As usual, Luna has other plans.
She snakes her hand down between us.
I hiss as her fingers hit my bare skin, as they slip beneath the waistband of my pants, my underwear, and wrap around my cock.
“Christ, Luns,” I groan, thrusting into her hand.
Because she squeezes tightly. Because she starts stroking fast and furious and?—
Dangerously.
As in, I’m already dangerously close—the stress of her disappearing act, the interruption yesterday morning, the absolute certainty that she’s mine…they all pile on top of each other and send me dangerously spinning toward the edge.
I spin and sit on the third stair from the bottom, dragging her down on top of me.
She doesn’t stop stroking me, doesn’t falter in her rhythm.
At least until I grab the hem of her tee and yank it up and over her head.
Another lacy bra.
Lush tits I need to bury my face in, need to lick and stroke, suck and kiss.
I reach behind her and flick open the clasp, freeing them.
But she’s freeing me too, opening the button on my jeans, dragging the zipper down. A tug has my cock out and even though I try to stop her—intent on those breasts—she shimmies down my body and sucks me deep.
“Fuck!” I shout, hand diving into her hair.
A grin, the hard length of me sliding out of her mouth with a softpop!“Yeah, big shot. You like that?”
I tug lightly at her hair. “Yeah, sweetheart,” I murmur. “Which begs the question—why the fuck did you stop?”
A stroke. An innocent look that I don’t buy in the least. “Oh, did you want me to keep going?”
I growl and reach for her.
But she darts back. “Fine,” she teases, hand moving again. “Fine, I guess I’ll keep going.” Then she’s bending again, dragging the flat of her tongue along my erection, pink lips parting at the top and taking me into that hot, slick mouth.
She swallows me down, so deeply I bob against the back of her throat.
I curse again, control rapidly disintegrating.
Tight fingers, a confident tongue, plump lips.
Christ, this woman makes me insane.
