Page 106 of Take This Heart
“This night is certainly looking up,” I say, opening the door of my SUV for her.
“I can't believe I finally have you here again. It’s taken long enough,” I tease.
I tug her closer, undoing one button at a time before the door to my place is even closed all the way. When her blouse hangs open and I see the lacy cream bra she’s wearing, I let out a ragged breath. She leans against the door and I put my arms on either side of her, my face inches from hers.
“You're right where I want you,” I tell her.
“What do you plan to do with me now that I'm here?” She looks up at me.
She runs her hand over my head and I groan.
“I still can't believe you shaved your head,” she whispers.
I lean into her hand. “That feelsnice. It's like all my nerve endings are on alert without the hair there. Not that I didn't enjoy the hair tugs, because, believe me, I did. But this is a whole other kind of nice.”
She grins. “You're like a cat. Wanting all the pets.”
I smile back. “You're not wrong. Whatever I have to do to get you to touch me, I'll do it. I'm not too proud, Goldie Whitman.”
“Come here then,” she says, putting her hands on either side of my face and kissing me.
I’ve been with her all week, but it still feels like forever since we’ve done this.
Our kiss is urgent, desperate. We can't get our clothes off fast enough as we hurriedly undress. My fingers slide down her body.
“You always know right where I want you,” she says, gasping into our kiss.
I make long, torturous strokes against her, dipping my finger inside and out and over her clit and back inside again. Until her legs start to buckle. I move to my knees and she protests.
“I want you inside me…”
“I will be,” I say against her thigh. “But first, I need to do this.”
My tongue does a long swipe down her center and she gasps, already shaking.
“Oh,” she shudders. “So good.”
“You taste so good.”
“I do?” she pants.
“Oh, yes. Fuck. You do,” I tell her.
I lick her until she’s chanting my name. Her hands hold onto my head as I feast on her, her head falling back when she cries out. When her aftershocks let up, I kiss my way up her body.
She giggles. “You look so proud of yourself.”
I smirk as I pick her up and carry her to bed. I lean over and then surprise her by flipping her so she’s on top. And she doesn't waste time.
“Mmm, I finally have you where I want you,” she says, sinking onto me.
We both groan.
“You look so beautiful,” I say, leaning up to suck her nipple.
My hands guide her ass, making sure she’s getting the perfect amount of friction.
“How long can I get you to stay?” I ask.
