Page 12 of Grateful for You
“Piper,” I growled her name. I was barely keeping control of the situation before, but now with her lips on me, I didn’t know how much more self-restraint I had left.
Lust licked my skin like flames. The room looked hazy, fogged by my lust, and I blinked as Piper came into focus. “We shouldn’t do this. You’ve had a long day. You must be exhausted—”
Her eyes flashed with momentary impatience. “I haven’t been allowed to make my own choices for years,” she said. “So why don’t you let me decide what I’m too exhausted for?”
I wrapped my arm around her waist and tugged her closer until she was flush against my chest. Then, cupping her jaw, I said, “If you change your mind or want to stop… just say the word. No questions asked, okay?”
She shifted her weight, pressing her soft breasts harder against me, and nodded. “Okay.”
On paper, this was all kinds of wrong. Me, the sheriff, even offering my guest room to a woman I had helped while on duty was pushing the boundaries… but this? The ache I had for her? The lust clawing up my spine? I shouldn’t be acting on these feelings.
Yet, with Piper in my arms, it felt so damn right.
And when she peeled her t-shirt off her body, revealing the most perfect tear-drop breasts and rosebud nipples, it didn’t just feel right. It felt perfect.
Her mouth opened, waiting patiently as I drew my lips closer until I was hovering just over her panting, parted lips. “Please,” she whimpered.
And that one word—that one plea—was all I needed for the dam to break. I swiftly pulled my own t-shirt off over my head and locked my mouth onto hers, fusing our lips together. Hunger tore through me. It wasn’t enough. Her lips, her tongue, it wasn’t enough. I stroked my tongue over hers, groaning as her sweet pussy wiggled against my bulging fly.
I palmed her breast, kneading it, and rolling her exquisite nipple gently between my fingers. A hoarse growl escaped my throat as my cock jerked painfully in my pants.
Her fingers found my zipper, and with a few tugs, she pushed my pants, along with my boxer briefs, to the floor. My cock sprang free and without hesitation, she wrapped her soft hand around my length. “I want to taste you.”
The desperation in her tone slammed into me and she didn’t give me a chance to answer before sinking to her knees. It felt so wrong… a goddess like her on her knees in front of me, but my reservations were all but forgotten when she gripped my thick base and ran her tongue along the underside of my cock.
A shiver coursed through my body and I leaned against the kitchen island, not able to stay upright as her tongue reached my tip, circling like she was eating an ice cream cone. She took me in her hot, wet mouth, and her muffled moan vibrated around me. Hollowing her cheeks, she pumped faster, sucking and sliding her lips in rhythmic pulses. She made greedy little mewling noises as she sucked and stroked.
Her hands slid up my straining thighs, fingernails digging into my flesh as my climax came closer and closer. My cock swelled, growing thicker and straining against her tight lips. I couldn’t come this fast… not like this. I needed to be inside of her. I needed to taste her. There were a thousand things I wanted to do to Piper, and we had only scratched the surface.
As though reading my thoughts, she slowed down, flattening her tongue across the head of my cock.
I reached down, grasping her elbows and pulled her to her feet. “Wiggle that sexy ass out of those shorts… now,” I demanded and shoved whatever was on my kitchen island aside, barely registering the crash of mixing bowls to the floor. I lifted her up onto the counter. Her legs spread, perfectly lined up to my hard cock, and I pushed my hips between the apex of her thighs to let her feel how ready I was for her.
I brushed my fingers across her jaw, touching her slick, swollen mouth.
She caught my hand in hers and pressed a kiss to my knuckles. “Stop worrying,” she said.
“I’m not—” I tried to counter, but she rolled her eyes, seeing right through me.
“Youare. And if you keep looking at me with that concerned expression, I’m going to crawl on my knees and make you fuck me from behind just so I don’t have to see it.”
Well, fuck. That didn’t sound so bad, either. But not this first time. This first time with Piper, I needed to see her. Look into her eyes. Feel her lips on me.
I skimmed my fingers down her breasts, over her nipples before landing between her legs and teasing her clit with a few gentle strokes. As she gasped, I took her mouth in a kiss, nibbling that bottom lip, and abruptly sank two thick fingers deep inside her wet heat.
“God, you’re wet,” I groaned, breaking the kiss and licking her neck. Her skin was sweet, and I distantly registered the taste of apple.
“Sucking you offmakesme wet.”
I inhaled a sharp breath. “You like …that?” None of my ex-girlfriends enjoyed blowjobs. They always said it was demeaning and uncomfortable, so I never pushed the issue.
She grasped my face, pulling my gaze to hers. “I fucking love it.” She smiled. “It makes me feel powerful to have that kind of control over your pleasure.”
I pushed my fingers deeper inside of her and watched as her eyes fluttered closed and a tremble took her thighs. I withdrew my finger and, after grabbing a condom out of my wallet and covering myself with it, positioned my head at her opening. She was soft and quivering all over as I tilted my hips and slid in.
Her heels dug into the small of my back, urging me deeper, faster, but I held back. Instead, I sunk slowly inside of her, inch by inch, until her body sheathed me whole.
Licking a path of goosebumps up her shoulder, I nipped at her collar bone. Nothing could describe how incredible her body felt—tight, hot, and soft around me.
