Page 64 of A Vine Mess
The words flew from my mouth with zero hesitation. “I want to know how good your lips taste.”
A single finger traced along her bottom lip as she said, “You’ve already tasted me.”
“I don’t mean those ones.”
“And what about what I want?” she asked, shuffling a few steps closer, though still not close enough.
“What about it?”
“Ask me again.”
“What do you want, Wildflower?”
“You,” she breathed. “And I think…maybe, I finally deserve you.”
I softened at that. “You’ve always deserved me.”
She shook her head. “I didn’t, not for a long time. But—” She paused, and neither her voice nor her gaze wavered when she continued. “I’m finally ready.”
Fuck yes.
“Lose the panties, Wildflower, and come here.”
Her thong hit the floor and she was in my arms in a flash, thewater spraying around us as I backed her against the tile wall and stuck my thigh between her legs.
Fuck, I didn’t even know where to begin.
I smoothed my hands over her hair, still slightly damp from her own shower and becoming soaked once again. She shifted, grinding against my quad, and twin groans escaped us.
“Is this what you want?” I asked, leaning in to place a soft kiss beneath her ear, then nipping at the spot. “You want to use me for a quickie? Or do you want more? I’ll give you anything, Ella. You just have to ask.”
“I want…” She trailed off, reaching up to drag a finger across my collarbone, at the flowers inked there. “I want you to kiss me. And then I want you to fuck me.”
“If I take you right now, there’s no going back for either of us.” I cupped her chin, brushing my rough thumb along her smooth bottom lip. “You’re mine andonlymine.”
“Yes,” she whimpered, driving herself harder down onto my thigh. “That’s exactly what I want. As long as you’re mine.”
I pressed a soft, slow kiss to her lips, lingering there, savoring her wildness and strength. “I’ve always been yours.”
“Prove it,” Ella said,the word punctuated by a gasp as I dragged my hand down her neck to her breast, tugging at the tip.
Then I bent my head, cupping her tit to bring it to my mouth. “You have no fucking idea how sexy these are,” I said, my tongue darting out to trace over the cool metal and her warm nipple. “Did they hurt?”
“Less than my tattoos,” she breathed, arching into me as I sealed my mouth around her.
The juxtaposition of the biting metal against her soft flesh was so incredibly hot that I moaned against her, moving to the other side to repeat the process.
Ella’s hand came up to grip the back of my head, and I let her direct me where she wanted—for now.
“I need you.”
Pressing open mouthed kisses to the valley of her chest, I sank to my knees as I peppered her stomach with more until I stopped at eye level with her pussy.
I leaned forward and brushed my nose against her, inhaling.
“Fuck, Wildflower. I hope you taste as good as you smell.”
Ella’s hand tightened in my hair. “You should find out.”
