Page 64 of Honey Bun
I ached to tell him, but I said instead, “Honey bun, I’ve been falling for you pretty much every second of every day we’ve seen each other.”
He came closer, and his eyes closed. “Honey bun?”
“If I get a nickname, so do you.”
His lips met mine, and I forgot where we were or anything else. I lit up in his embrace, and I didn’t want it to end. I reached lower and pushed my hand into his pants.
A moment later, I brushed against his hardening manhood. “So, do you like this?”
His breathing was short. “Don’t speed me up.”
I let him go, saying, “I want you to take total control.”
He held my inner thigh. “I’ll let you lead.” His lips were so close to me. “I never want to do anything that might trigger you.”
I swallowed.Lovewas on the tip of my tongue, but the word was stuck there. I would have to show him. I held him tight. “You’re myazizam,too, though I do like honey bun for you. Either way, I trust you.”
His lips curved up in a smile. “Say that again.”
“Azizam.” The foreign word came out a little differently from the way he said it.
“Call me whatever you want.”
“You’re sticky sweet to me, so I’m picking honey bun.”
He laughed, but then his lips met mine, and I forgot the rest of the world. I was his.
Arman
I needed to savor the taste of her lips on mine. I wanted to tell her again how much I loved her, but I held my tongue. She responded with tenderness that stirred my heart and whispered she loved me too.
My muscles tensed. As we flew back to New York, alone in the clouds, we had plenty of time. My cock grew harder.
When the kiss ended and we took air, I caressed her cheek and squeezed her hand. Maggie was the sweetest, kindest woman I’d ever met, and no one could ever replace her. Our kiss resumed. The air was dark, but it didn’t matter because we were the only two people in the world.
Being in love made lovemaking even better than I’d thought it would. My hand went up her arm. My hunger for her grew, and I pushed her hair behind her head. “Do you want me?”
“Yes.” She reached for my shirt. I leaned back and let her take it off. She took a minute to lift it, and then it was my turn.
She’d left what happened up to me, and her trust was something to cherish. My breathing grew harder as I rolled her shirt off her and then reached behind. She stared at me with pools of desire and nodded. Then I kissed her shoulder and removed her bra, and I saw her glorious nipples that I needed to tease.
She sucked on her bottom lip.
I stopped. “What?”
She smiled and reached for my pants.
Fair enough. Naked is better.
My testicles swelled. We unbuttoned and tossed the rest of our clothes on the floor. I hugged her while I stroked her back. If words weren’t good, I would show her how I felt.
She lay back on our bench, and I tasted her body. Her skin was salty and sweet and completely addicting. I lowered myself to her tender nipples and suckled. My instincts told me that she loved me too. Everything about her made me think so.
Then I used my tongue on one breast and fondled the other, and she stroked my hair. My need for her grew. My muscles tensed as she arched and pressed her body closer to mine.
I flicked the tight, hardened bud one more time and focused my attention on the other. My hard-on grew. She sighed and swiveled her hips and then nudged herself as close to me as possible.
I ensured that her breasts were satisfied and ready. Then she tugged me up and kissed me again. The impulse to ravish her passed through me, but I didn’t need to hurry. I would make sure she loved every second.
