Page 33 of Trouble in Love
I cupped her breast, ran my thumb over the pebble nipple, leaving it to play as I continued down, dropping to my knees, shifting my hands to hers. “I haven’t eaten since breakfast. Do you mind?”
“Y. yes.”
Pausing, I looked up to find her watching over me, eyes hooded. Hungry. “Yes, you do mind? Or yes, I can eat. Tell me what you want, Princess.”
“Yes, you can eat.”
“Good girl.”
Heaven opened up as she did. As I spread her legs further apart then slipped one hand up the thigh, following it with a line of kisses that left goosebumps in their wake. “God, I’ve been dreaming of this pussy for days, wondering what would happen if I did this.” Sliding my hands around her waist, I gripped the curve of her ass and pulled her forward till my mouth pressed against the soaked lace of her panties. There I inhaled, stilled, feeling a million miles away from the man who left New York broken and confused.
With her in my arms I was found. Reborn. Even if only for a night.
Impatient, Jasmine wriggled beneath me, grasping my hair, pushing her hips forward. A rumbling laugh caught in the back of my throat, slipped free. Holding out was killing me as much as it was her, but it was also fun to watch her squirm and hum sexy, soft moans.
“Why are you toying with me? What are you doing?”
“I’m wrecking you like you’ve wrecked me.”
Muscle memory.
As an athlete, I knew it was a thing, but as I hooked one finger inside the panties hiding her bare, pretty pink flesh, I couldn’t help but wonder if there was an equivalent phenomenon for taste. Even before her lingerie was discarded and replaced with open-mouth kisses and a flat, hungry tongue, I could taste her.
“So sweet,” I hummed in acknowledgment, nudging her thighs further apart with little finesse, then licking right where I knew she needed. She trembled around me, her nails like talons slicing through my shirt and ripping into my back.
“You’re not… supposed to be here,” she panted. Her short, sharp breaths drifted into the stifling, almost suffocating air. “This… this was supposed to be one night. But fuck … I’m so glad you are.”
Silken, creamy skin tickled against my ears as I beamed with pride, nodding and moaning, sucking on her clit, twisting my head and then taking the softest, cheekiest bite of her thigh. She was on the brink; I could feel it in the tremor of her legs and hear it in the desperation of her voice. “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, I’m gonna come on my daddy’s desk.”
Why that turned me on as much as it did may need to be studied, but right then, as her hands were tugging on my hair, as I stole a peak of her pretty flushed face, as my tongue fucked inside her, was not the time.
Returning my attention to her swollen clit, I sucked it between my lips, pressed two fingers deep inside her pussy, and pumped, twisting, searching for and finding that perfect spot that had her ass squeezing, her hips lifting, and her cunt grinding against me.
“You are so fucking good at this. It’s never been so good.”
Fuck yes.That massive hockey ego had me more determined than ever. I was frenzied, biting down, then twisted my head ever so slightly and sucking ... hard.
“Luca!” she wailed, her nails piercing flesh and lifting my white tee halfway up my back her body melting into mine as she rolled her hips, fucking drenching my tongue.
“Princess, you look incredible when you come.”
“Is this a habit of yours?” she asked, her fingers playing with soft curls at the nape of my neck.
I cocked my head, sucked her little finger between my lips. “What? Being charming and irresistible?”
“No, performing oral sex on women whose name you don’t know.”
Ignoring the blush, I felt creeping over my face, I winked. “It’s a habit I could break here and now,ifyou tell me your name. It could even be considered a favor, an act of kindness to restore my faith in womankind.”
“What if I’m not a kind person? Or what if I like being called Princess? Or …” sitting upright, she clicked her fingers and laughed as I slid off from her legs. “What if Jasmineismy real name, and Luna and I were just fucking with your head.”
“If there is any further fucking to be had, I would much rather a different kind of head be involved.”
The most beautiful, goddamn dorkish guffaw snuck out before she slapped her hand over her mouth. Reveling in the sound, I pulled her back down, repositioning my head on her still-bare thigh.
After delivering her yet another oral orgasm, we migrated to the floor, our spent bodies twisting around each other, hands roaming. Mouths tasting.
I’d never been held like that. Like there was no one else she would rather be with. Nowhere else she’d rather be.
