Page 89 of Here With Me
My gaze finds his as I bite my lip to keep from begging like a sugar addict desperate for candy.
“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” he orders, and I immediately comply.
Whichever side of Fisher this is, my pussy’s on board with a first-class ticket.
“That’s it,” he praises, grabbing a fistful of my wet hair and urging me closer. He slaps his shaft over my tongue a few times before shoving himself between my lips. “Now suck my dick like a good girl.”
I hollow my cheeks until they hurt and coat his thick cock with my saliva until I’m nearly gagging from how deep he goes. My hands squeeze his thighs as I use them for leverage to stay in position and move against him.
Fisher pants and groans as I push him closer to the edge. I can hardly breathe as I gasp for air and lick up his bulging vein.
“Fuckin’ hell, you’re so good at that, Goldie. Don’t stop.” His grip tightens in my hair as I suck faster. “I’m so close, baby. You want my cum down your throat?”
I dig my nails in deeper and moan a strangled response that equals toyou fucking better!
It only takes a few more seconds of me going deeper and faster for him to groan out his release. Warm spurts land on my tongue as I swallow and lick every drop from his cock.
When I look up, he tilts his head back with a low growl. His body blocked the water before, but now it lands on me, too.
“On your feet.” He holds his hand out to help me up and then cages me against the wall. “That’s why I was waitin’, Goldie. I knew the moment I had your hot mouth on me again, I’d fall too fast. I’ve never been drawn to a woman like this before, and it scares the shit outta me. I don’t wanna run you off by movin’ too fast, but my heart is all in, Noah. I know it’s supposed to be wrong—being twice your age, Jase’s dad, and the workplace policy—but when I think about you and how I feel when we’re together, nothing has ever felt more right.”
The vulnerability in his tone has my chest aching. The power of his words places a chokehold on me because I want nothing more than for us to be together without the secrecy.
I wrap my hands around his neck until I can touch his lips. “It feels right because itisright. People can get on board and support us or choose to walk away. But I’m in this with you, no matter what. Nothin’ you can say will scare me off.” As our foreheads rest against each other, I quickly add, “Unless you’re a murderer and talk about guttin’ me like a fish. That’d be enough to have me runnin’.”
He chuckles softly as he moves his mouth along my jawline. “Pretty sure ya said that to me the night we met, too.”
“Well, I had to ask. The one time I don’t...” I mimic a throat slashing.
“You gotta stop listenin’ to murder shows.”
He shakes his head, and I laugh.
“We’re gonna be so late now,” I remind him.
“Shit, yeah. I should move my truck before someone sees it.”
“Luckily, no one passes here on their way to the main house since it’s behind it, but better to be safe until we tell them.”
“As much as I wanna scream that you’re mine so every twentysomething boy knows you’re off-limits, I kinda like keepin’ this to ourselves for now.”
I wrap my arms around his waist and lean my chin on his chest as I gaze up at him. “They can find out when they get our weddin’ invitation in the mail.”
He snorts, brushing wet strands off my face. “Your father would kill me.”
I shrug. “Maybe, maybe not.”
Leaning down, he takes my jaw and presses a soft, sensual kiss to my lips. The tenderness of his movements sends shivers down my spine, and if it wasn’t for being late, I’d keep him in here with me all night.
“I’m gonna dry off and get dressed so I can get to the house before you.”
“Good idea. It won’t take me too long to finish up.”
I'd planned on really fixing myself up—blow-drying my hair, lip gloss, full makeup—but now, I quickly put on tinted moisturizer and pull my hair into a ballerina bun.
As he steps out, I check out his ass before he grabs a towel. When he turns, he catches me and smirks.
“You have a nice butt, so sue me.”
