Page 88 of Don't Remind Me
We walked backto my place. Each step I took with her beside me was lighter than the last, her hand in mine anchoring me to this moment. I took in her every smile and laugh, her flush of arousal as she caught me staring at her with desire I’d long since stopped trying to hide.
Yet we didn’t rush. She’d savored every bite of the meal I cooked for her, and I’d savored watching her. Then I’d pulled her to her feet, wrapped her in my arms, and danced with her in the same spot I first kissed her. I kissed her again, and instead of a free fall into the unknown, this kiss was simply freeing. The start of a future instead of the fear of what came next.
Baxter greeted us when we reached my place, walking right up to Dani and rubbing against her legs. She picked him up, brought her forehead to his, and just like that, I was home.
I stepped behind her, running my hands around her waist as she sank against my chest. Her hips tilted ever so slightly back, pressing her ass against my stiffening cock. I grazed my lips up her neck.
“Baxter may love you,” I murmured against her ear, “but I love you more.”
I felt as much as saw the shiver run through her body. “Are you jealous of your cat?” she teased, tilting her head to the side.
I tugged on her earlobe with my teeth, then sucked on the skin where her neck met her jaw. “In more ways than one. But right now, I’m just greedy for you.”
She opened her arms to let Baxter leap down, and my hands were on her breasts before his feet hit the floor. I teased them through the silky material of her dress, drawing a groan from her throat that set my body on fire as I tweaked her nipples to stiff points.
“Get in the bedroom,” I whispered as I slipped my fingers under her low neckline, catching each nipple and tugging just hard enough to make her gasp. She took shaky steps as I followed close, my fingers never leaving her skin.
I kicked the door closed behind us to keep Baxter out, then slipped off the thin straps of her dress, letting it glide over her curves to the floor. Her lace panties were next. I wanted to see and feel all of her. Worship her body and make her tremble with pleasure. Fill her with everything I had to give.
The warmth of her skin radiated along my chest as I pressed against her, leaving open-mouthed kisses along her neck while my hands trailed in opposite directions. One found her breast and cupped it gently as the other swept between her legs.
She was soaked. A single brush of her clit had her back arching, her arms clasping behind my head as her ass ground into my aching erection.
“Get naked,” she pleaded on a breath. “I want to feel you.”
I sank a finger into her. “You will.” Her legs buckled as she clenched around me, grip tightening in my hair. “But I want to taste you first.”
I guided her to kneel on the edge of the bed and withdrew my finger, circling her clit once before clasping her wrists and lowering them to the mattress so she was on all fours. Then I kissed my way down her spine and sank to my knees on the floor.
Almost as soon as my mouth closed over her, she dropped to her elbows, head falling to clenched fists. Seeing her do it was all it took for my hands to reach for my belt.
Tongue on her clit, I tore open my pants and pushed down the waistband of my boxer briefs to fist my cock. Her breaths quickened, and I gave myself a firm stroke as I worked her with my mouth.
Her tart and musky flavor flooded my tongue, driving my hand to pump faster on my shaft.
I gripped her ass with my free hand, and she rocked back against my face, her body a wave lost in the rhythm of her pleasure, one I couldn’t tear my eyes from. She was so fucking beautiful it stole the air from my lungs. I closed my lips over her clit and sucked, just the way she liked.
“Yes.” Her gasp turned into a moan. “Jase,yes.”
I hooked two fingers inside her, crooking them toward her inner walls, and her breath hitched before everything in her spasmed. Her muscles contracted around my fingers, hips rocking in a frenzy, her chest pressing into the bed as she ground herself against my mouth.
Fuck.
My grip on my cock tightened to an almost painful degree as I held off my own orgasm. When I was sure I had everything under control, I brought both palms to her ass, cupping and squeezing it gently, trailing my fingers lightly over her skin, drawing shivers from her as she caught her breath.
“You better not still be dressed,” she said, breathless, before rolling onto her side.
I wiped my bottom lip with my thumb as I rose to my feet. “I’m getting there.”
Her gaze lowered to my open slacks, my cock standing at full attention, and a wicked gleam filled her eye. In one graceful move, she rose to sit on the edge of the mattress, her mouth directly in front of my swollen head.
My pulse pounded everywhere, skin growing tight.
She held my gaze as her fingers found the bottom button of my shirt, breath grazing my tip as she spoke.
“I…” She undid one button. “Want.” Another button. “This.” Her lips brushed in the barest whisper against my cock, sending a tremor through my body. “Off.”
She reached the top button and dragged my shirt over my shoulders. Her hands traced my abs up to the hair on my chest, my muscles straining under her touch as her eyes roved my body with a hunger so intense I had to drop my head back to keep from coming.
