Page 46 of Pumpkin
Her arms snaked around his neck as she met him thrust for thrust, passion for passion. She ground her hips down, which sent a sharp pain through Pumpkin’s right leg.
He tried to hide it, but she must have felt some change in him, because she pulled back. “Shit, are you okay? I’m so sorry. I?—”
Pumpkin halted her words with another kiss. His legs could go fuck themselves. He finally had Dosia in his arms, and he wasn’t stopping for anything. His hands gathered up her shirt in the back and he pulled away from her just long enough to yank it over her head. Dosia’s expression changed to shock at his swift moment, and then to sheer bliss as Pumpkin latched onto her nipple through her bra.
Heat flared, and unfortunately, his leg started throbbing something fierce. Motherfucker. Thinking fast, Pumpkin unhooked her bra, wrapped his arms around her middle, and flopped them onto the couch. Dosia landed with a startled shriek.
Pumpkin loomed over her, his leg feeling almost immediate relief now that her weight wasn’t on him. His hips spread her legs more as he pushed her head as far towards the arm of the love seat as she could go. The couch was too fucking short, but it’d have to do.
Her bra landed on the floor, a forgotten treasure. He paused, taking in her half-naked form for a single heartbeat. He didn’t remember their night six years ago, but he sure as hell was going to burn every aspect of her body to memory now.
“You are so fucking beautiful.”
She stared up at him, her cheeks pinkening. “Pumpkin, I…” Her arms kept jerking, like she wanted to cover herself. “I’m not the same as I was. I have stretch marks and I never lost a good amount of my baby weight. I’ve tried.” She turned her face away, ashamed.
Pumpkin gently took hold of her chin and forced her to face him again. “You’re fucking beautiful,” he repeated. “You bear the marks of bringing my child into this world.Neverbe ashamed of that.” He shrugged, a little self-conscious himself. “I’m not the same as I was either.”
She snorted. “I highly doubt that.”
Pumpkin watched her for a second before sitting up a little. He couldn’t stay on his knees for long, but he would endure for this. Dosia needed to know what it was she was getting out of this too.
Lifting a hand around to his back, Pumpkin grabbed his shirt and removed it in a single motion.
Dosia’s eyes widened, and she sat up on her elbows. “Is all that from the accident?”
Pumpkin nodded, but remained silent as her eyes found every scar that marked a different surgery that managed to put him back together. He was a real-life Humpty Dumpty.
Her small hand lifted up to touch the mark just above his pants’ line where they’d gone in to repair his bladder. His stomach muscles quaked at her touch, and Pumpkin had to suppress a groan. He was so far gone for this woman. She had no idea the power she held over him, the lengths he would go to keep her andtheirchildren safe.
Christ, he prayed he had a condom in his wallet. He also sent a follow-up prayer that it wasn’t expired. Because he needed inside this woman.
She lifted her half-lidded eyes to meet his. “I am so sorry this happened to you.”
There was so much he wanted to say to that, to express how grateful he was to be alive and that SJ and Frankie had gotten away unharmed. But now was not the time. She was wearing jeans and sneakers. He wondered how adverse she would be to wearing skirts in the future so all he had to remove was her underwear to get inside her.
“You’re thinking very naughty thoughts right now, aren’t you?”
Pumpkin nodded, not bothering to hide. “Quite naughty, but then again, isn’t that what I promised you? The opportunity to enact all your fantasies with me?”
He popped open the button of her jeans. Dosia visibly shivered as he slowly drew down her zipper. He placed a kiss over her navel, where his daughter had called home for nine months. A pang of sadness hit him, knowing how much he’d missed. As if she couldsense his mood change, Dosia reached out and ran her fingers through his hair.
Pumpkin’s head automatically turned up into her touch. He placed a kiss on her forearm, just below her elbow. “I need to taste you. I have this recollection from that night, or maybe it’s just a wishful dream. You’re sitting on the top of a picnic table, your ass right up to the edge, and I’m kneeling on the floor, leaning over the seat. And my mouth?” He dipped his hand into her panties. “My mouth is right here.” Using two fingers, he parted her pussy lips. “Christ, Dosia, you’re soaked.” Her warm juices coated his fingers, making saliva pool in his mouth.
“The hottest man I’ve ever seen has me half-naked on a couch and is fingering me. You better believe I’m soaked.”
Pumpkin’s body stilled as she parodied his earlier words back at him. “Fucking hell, woman, you’re going to make me come in my pants if you keep saying naughty things like that.”
Dosia’s smile was full of sass. He fucking loved it, seeing this playful side of her. He kissed her lips fiercely before journeying down her. He licked and nibbled on her neck, made a trail of kisses down the valley of her breasts before stopping to worship each, and then worked his way down to her belly. All the while, he continued to stroke her clit, massaging the small bud of nerves. The little sounds she made, the gasps of pleasure and the moans of desire were like a secret code to her body. He memorized them all, discovering the places she got the most gratification from.
This fucking couch really was too small. He was hunched over, his back uncomfortably tight as he shimmied her panties and jeans down her legs. Dosia lifted her knees towards her chest, giving him easier access to remove her sneakers and then clothing.
“Scoot up a little,” he instructed, needing to relieve the pressure on his legs and back. Dosia did as he asked, but Pumpkin stayed where he was. “Open your legs. Spread them wide for me, baby. Let me see all of you.”
Dosia’s cheeks flamed, but she did not hesitate as she spread her thighs. Fuck, what Pumpkin wouldn’t do for the opportunity tophotograph her. To immortalize her beauty, this moment, forevermore.
Instead, he took his time memorizing her. From her purple-tipped blonde hair to her wide caramel eyes and adorable button nose covered in a dusting of freckles; from her rounded cheeks, slightly larger than average ears, and kissable lips to her neck that he longed to bite; and down to her plump breasts with large areolas and nipples still red from his attentions; to the softness of her belly with light markings that stretched around her sides and wide hips. He saved the best for last as his eyes trailed over each long leg to her painted toenails and back up until he finally landed on the apex of her thighs. She was neatly trimmed, the black hair covering her labia proving that the carpet did not always naturally match the drapes.
Her pussy was pink and glistened in the overhead lighting from her arousal.
