Page 96 of Don't Take the Girl
She purses her lips, a knowing smile playing at the corners of her mouth as she hooks her thumbs under both straps of the athletic dress that's been driving me crazy all summer. Those damn dresses. She looks like temptation incarnate in them, but they're also my personal torture because I know what's hidden underneath—or rather, what isn't.
"Not even a memory?" she questions, her voice dropping to that seductive whisper that undoes me every time. She starts to peel the fabric down slowly, deliberately, revealing the curves that have haunted my dreams for years. "I thought we could make a memory and christen the place we've decided to call home."
My breath catches as more of her is revealed, and I have to grip the edge of the mantel to steady myself. Years of aching for her touch, countless nights falling asleep with nothing but memories and my own hand for company, and now here she is, real, warm, mine.
This summer, we've been making up for all the lost time, and she's completely owned me from the first moment she let me back into her heart. I've had no qualms about letting her lead, following wherever she wants to take us. She tells me what she wants, and I'm more than happy to oblige.
"Laney," I whisper her name like a prayer, my voice rough with need and love and everything I've kept locked away for too long. The hat sits perfectly on her head, framing her face as she looks at me with eyes full of heat and promise.
"You're the story I'll always remember," I breathe, taking a step forward, desperate to close the distance between us. "Unforgettable in every way. You're woven into the fabric of who I am, etched into my memory, eternally mine now and always."
The crackle of energy that constantly pulses between us feels almost tangible under the weight of her dark, hungry gaze. Every cell in my body is drawn to her like a magnet, and I take another possessive step forward, unable to simply watch her stand before me, but she holds up her hand, stopping me mid-stride with a gesture that's both gentle and commanding.
“On your knees,” she commands with a teasing finality that dares me to disagree, but resisting would be futile. When a goddess stands confidently before you naked, you do exactly as she says.
The wooden floor is rough against my knees as I sink down, my eyes never leaving hers. From this angle, she looks ethereal. The hat casts a shadow across her features, but I can still see the fire burning in her eyes, the same fire that's been consuming me for years.
“You’re so fucking sexy, heartbreaker.” I can feel the heaviness in my eyes as they trail down her body, taking in every delicious inch—inches I’m dying to put my lips on. “What now, baby?”
“Get your knees dirty,” she says, pointing to the floor in front of her.
“Yes, ma’am,” I say, putting one knee in front of the other and closing the distance between us.
Kneeling before her, my gaze level with my favorite place, my cock strains against my jeans. When I lift my eyes to meet hers, a wicked smile blooms across her face, one that sends lightning through my veins and makes my pulse stutter. The dangerous curve of her lips promises the kind of beautiful destruction I crave, and she knows exactly the power she holds over me.
Her fingers drag deliciously over my scalp, making every hair on my body stand at attention as their master pulls the strings. Then, with a sharp tug, she yanks my head back and lifts a leg over my shoulder, claiming her throne with the confidence of someone who knows I'm exactly where I belong.
“We’re in the dining room. I thought I’d make your first meal memorable…” She catches her lip between her teeth. “Eat.”
That hypnotic honey gaze holds mine as I dip my tongue and run it up her center. Her plump lips part with a gasp, her eyes never leaving mine, framed by the weight of her heavy breasts, and I lose it. She’s so damn perfect. My tongue sinks into her tight hole, and I can’t help but close my eyes as a deep growl rumbles from my chest. Hearing her intoxicating whimpers and knowing I’m the one who’s making her feel good has me rock hard.
I grip her firm ass hard and pull her closer, practically smothering myself and loving every second. Her happiness has become my religion. I’ve spent months worshiping at the altar of her joy, consumed by an insatiable craving for total unity in all ways. She’s always been the other half of my soul, her words already the ones in my head. All summer, we’ve been dissolving the last barrier between us, our bodies speaking their own fierce language, transcending something physical into all-consuming until no distinction between where I end and she begins remains. Her hand fists into my hair as she rocks against my face, desperate to hold me right where she wants me. I slip a digit inside, and her hungry pussy clenches hard.
“More,” she pants.
“So greedy. You’re making my cock jealous, baby,” I say,adding another digit and stealing another glance at the eyes that give me purpose.
Her milky skin is flushed as I thrust in harder. Her pussy is gripping my fingers like a vise, and I know she’s close. I suck her clit into my mouth.
“I want to come, London. You better not tease me. Don’t you dare stop.”
Her pussy starts to clench hard, on the edge of letting go. I can feel it. Curling my fingers, my tongue works her slit, giving it to her just the way she likes it but stealing something for myself and tilting my head back to watch her come. I want to see her pretty face flushed with ecstasy when I bring her to orgasm on my tongue. But the second my eyes look up, they collide with hers, and fuck if it doesn’t unlock something feral inside of me.
Watching her during her most vulnerable moment creates a profound sense of connection for me, and seeing her watch me pleasure her is a new level of unlocked. I love it. She was already on the edge, but our eyes locking sends her spiraling, and she pulls my hair hard. Fuck. I growl hungrily against her pussy as I pump her through her orgasm, lapping up all her juices until her grip loosens. I withdraw my fingers and kiss her lips before removing her thigh from my shoulder.
Her cheeks burn with a rose-colored blush I've memorized because it’s the exact shade that tells me I've done my job well. Her breathing comes in deep, measured waves as she rides the aftershocks.
Her body is still humming with electricity when she points to an old shaker chair. “Sit,” she commands.
I shoot a glance at the chair before turning back to her with a smirk that's all sin and satisfaction. "Yes, ma'am. You know, watching you take control like this is doing dangerous things to my self-restraint,” I say, my voice a low rumble of appreciation.
Once I'm seated where she wants me, she leans in close enough that I can feel her breath on my skin, her lips barely an inch from mine. "I'm counting on it," she purrs, her words sendingevery nerve ending ablaze. My hands ball into fists against my thighs, fighting the primal urge to grab her hips and claim what she's dangling in front of me. But that's precisely what she wants.
Pushing me to the edge has become Laney's favorite form of foreplay. She thrives on the knowledge that she, and only she, can reduce me to something raw and desperate, something so intoxicating that I'd willingly drown in her. And fuck, do I want to drown. Every breath she steals, every second she makes me wait, only fuels the fire.
As much as she gets off on torturing me, I do the same, watching her take what she wants. I love this side of her. I love this side of us. The side that found their way back home. Her hands move down the front of my shirt, making quick work of unhooking every button before settling on my belt, where she undoes it. My cock is aching to feel her touch as she pulls it off and unbuttons my jeans before giving me another order. “Lift,” she says, her hands gripping my jeans and boxers where she tugs them down and frees my cock.
Her eyes don’t miss the glistening tip as it springs to attention for her. “I like how ready you are for me, cowboy,” she taunts seductively before dragging her nails over my thighs. Her pink tongue wets her lips as her hand encircles the base of my cock.
