Page 95 of Hot Stuff
“Jeez, all these people, this whole life I know nothing about. I can’t wait to discover it all.” Spinning her around, I tug her against my chest and press my lips to hers. “I’ll never know enough about you to get bored.”
I back her up to the bed and when her legs hit the mattress, I give her a little shove.
Laughing as she bounces on the bed, she pushes to her elbows and asks, “What are you doing?”
“Getting to know you better.”
“I think you know me pretty well when it comes to this.”
“Maybe.” I pull my shirt out of my pants and over my head then grin at her wolfishly. “But I better check just to be sure.”
And then I’m on her. My mouth on hers, my tongue thrusting between her lips to tangle with hers.
My hands aren’t idle either. They work at her clothes until I have to break our kiss to get her naked from the waist up.
She’s not wearing a bra. Why didn’t I notice that before?
“No bra? All morning?”
“No, the shirt you just ripped off me has a built-in shelf bra.”
I shake my head. “I don’t even know what that is. And I don’t care because…” I wave a hand toward her chest.
Her perfect tits are on display and in the next breath my hands get busy testing every millimeter of them. From the fullness of their curves to the weight of them in my palms to the beaded tips that beg for my mouth.
Which sounds like a fantastic idea.
Lowering my head, I suck one peak deep and press it to the roof of my mouth with my tongue. My suction is hard and the sharp breath she pulls in tells me I’ve hit the edge of her pain threshold.
I’ve toyed with her tolerance over the last week. She likes the barest edge of pain to go with her pleasure but it’s a fine balance. One I’m still learning.
In spite of what she said, and what we’ve done together so far, I don’t know her completely.
But I will.
I’ll spend the rest of my life learning every little thing that turns her on. Everything that turns her off.
I’ll know when to push her and when to pull back. Know when to take it fast, when to take it slow.
But most of all, I’ll know she’s mine.
“Walker.”
Her breathless voice, the squirming of her hips, the clench of her hands in my hair, all tell me it’s time to take it fast.
In seconds I have us both stripped naked and I’m lying over her, my weight supported by my arms.
“I’m going to love you so hard.”
The smile she gives me is all sass. “Can you do it now or are you waiting for an invitation?”
“Minx.”
I cut off anything else she might say with my mouth on hers. I take the kiss deep, push it hard, and while I’ve got her distracted with my mouth I wiggle my way deeper between her legs until the hot wet flesh I’ve explored again and again is pressing along the length of my cock.
The groan that leaves me is guttural. It’s pain and pleasure and the end of my plan to explore her more because in that moment my restraint snaps.
With a hard stab, I impale her slick heat with my hard dick.
