Page 47 of Butter You Up
“You have no idea how sexy you are, do you? Next time you lick your fingers off, make eye contact.”
My cheeks heat.
“Actually, make eye contact when you take your shirt off like that, too. It was hot.” Her eyes drop over my chest. “Holy hell, Alex, you’ve been hiding that body under all those flannels?”
I shuck my pants off and crawl over her. “Shut up,” I say, but it comes out charmed instead of embarrassed.
We get distracted by kissing for a moment, but then I reach for the bedside table and peel open a condom. Molly watches, her bottom lip dimpled against her teeth while I roll it on and press against her opening.
It takes some repositioning, and I almost reach for the bottle of lube, but then Molly relaxes, and I slide in a few more inches. She hums and softens, and I thrust a few times, building to a rhythm that has her gasping and crying out beneath me.
I’m so overwhelmed by the heat and the sounds she makes that I have to pull back. We both breathe hard, and I push up on my hands to give us some space.
“Okay there?” she pants.
“Gettin’ too excited,” I admit.
She laughs, and I can feel it around my dick.
When she reaches for me, I lower down to my forearms again. She plants an achingly slow kiss on my lips.
“I like this,” she whispers.
“I like you,” I whisper back.
Molly’s eyes roam over my face, and her fingers run through my hair, over the back of my head, and down to my beard, as if she’s petting me.
“Tell me what you like,” she says, cocking her head.
“I fucking love your legs.” I punctuate it with a thrust. Her eyes dance. “I love your hair.” I card my fingers through her curls. When I meet her eyes again, Molly’s holding back laughter, and I think back to what I said until it clicks. “Oh, you meant in bed.”
“Yeah, but don’t stop.”
I kiss her teasing mouth, making it a deep one, only pulling back when she’s panting for breath and her eyes are hazy.
I take slow drags, pulling in and out of her body. Molly practically purrs.
“You like these legs?” Her knees squeeze my side.
“Yeah.” I shift to slide a palm up from her knee to her ass. “I want them wrapped around me.”
Molly raises her feet and locks them behind my back. “What else do you want?”
“Anything?” I whisper.
“Anything.”
“I want to take you hard and make you scream.” I kiss down her throat, thrusting deeper. “I want to spread you out and eat you for breakfast.” She digs her heels in, encouraging me to move faster.
“Bent over your desk,” she pants.
Jesus. “On a blanket under the stars in my truck bed.” My groin tightens, and I pass the point of no return, fucking into her harder. “Right here in my fucking bed.” I grunt, coming and straining inside her body, my head thrown back.
Molly strokes her hands up down my arms, quietly letting me come down. When I finally relax and roll off her, she props herself up on her elbow. “Alex Bedd. Who knew you had so much to say?”
I chuckle and roll off the bed to clean up. When I come back, Molly curls into me, asking what we should do next. I have some ideas, and I whisper them in her ear in a low voice, stroking her skin until I get hard again.
And then we do them.
