Page 11 of Wood Lessons
“You weren’t kidding...We’re really going to do this.”It’s a statement more than a question because I’m not planning on changing my mind, but we’re moving so fast I can’t help a frisson of disbelief.
“If you’re up for it.”Peter’s concerned gaze meets mine—a sweet tenderness that melts my previously guarded heart.Is it any wonder he bypassed all of my defenses?
Caressing his bearded cheek, I draw closer and trail kisses over the scratchy skin before landing on his lips.“Trust me, I want this—wantyou.”
“Thank fuck.”He presses another savage kiss to my mouth then urges me back.“Lie down, baby, and let’s get these off.”I feel a tug on my jeans and brace myself on shaky elbows as Peter peels them away along with my underwear.
The aluminum ceiling above reflects the sunlight filtering in from the open garage, and I notice prisms of color floating in the air.It almost feels like a dream when Peter’s head dips, and the first brush of his lips against my inner thigh makes me jump.
“Easy, sweetheart,” he murmurs, inching nearer to my core.With the first swipe of his tongue through my folds, I expel the breath I’d been holding and close my eyes—lifting my hips higher for his touch.
A desperate plea resounds in my head.
More.Give me more.
CHAPTER SIX
PETER
Anna trembles beneathme, and I fight to maintain control.Her heady taste coats my tongue—inciting a ravenous hunger to drink her down, savoring every sweet drop.
I’ll never be able to look at this table the same or walk into my shop without remembering this moment.Pleasuring my girl, nibbling her clit, plunging my tongue deep—over and over again.
Sexy little mewls tumble from her, making the bulge behind my zipper try harder to get out.Not yet, buddy.Not until I make her come.
Whirling my tongue over her clit, I crisscross my middle and pointer finger to form a corkscrew and bury it in her pussy—eliciting a sharp inhale.
“Peter...Please...”Anna’s nails scratch against my scalp as she holds my head down, and a brief chuckle bubbles up at her enthusiasm.
“Don’t worry, baby.I’ll take care of you.”I keep pumping in and out with a twisting motion, making sure to rub against her g-spot until her pussy tightens around me—her back bending and thighs clenching around me at the orgasm.
My hand slows but doesn’t stop—prolonging her pleasure—as I kiss her curvy body, skimming over her round stomach and generous breasts.The fact that I skipped exploring those particular delights bothers me, but given another chance, I’ll make it up to her.I love how soft she is and wish I could stay enveloped by her forever.
Baby-fine curls cling to the sweat on her forehead and her brown eyes are cloudy with satisfaction.Pride swells in my chest as I drop quick pecks from her forehead down her nose before hovering over her mouth.
“Are you happy with where your teasing got you?”
