Page 46 of Honeyed

Alana bites her lip as she watches me fist myself, the slow, coarse feel of my hand replaced with her own as she sits up and takes over.

“Fuck …” I groan, the feel of her soft palm on me so heady that I almost topple over.

“Has it somehow gotten bigger with time?” She smirks, looking up at me through her lashes as she pulls on my stiff dick.

I love this. I love how it feels so natural between us, no awkwardness like I’ve always thought there would be if we ever fell back into bed. We’re best friends who also happen to love each other, even if we don’t admit it, and the camaraderie we have outside of this bedroom is the same that’s spurring the closeness between us now.

“How is it that you’re both complimenting and insulting me at the same time?” I growl, pushing her back as I lower myself down her body.

My cock brushes the mattress, and I suck in a breath, knowing I won’t last long when I get inside her, so I need to make her feel incredible first.

“Warren.” She chokes out my name as I plant kisses on the inside of her thighs, lapping at the stray freckles on her skin.

“I’ve imagined you saying my name like that so many times.”

“And I’ve touched myself, imagining you’re the one whose tongue is buried inside me.”

“Fucking hell, baby … you can’t say things like that and expect me to contain myself.” I drop my forehead to her mound, breathing hotly down her slit, still covered by her panties.

The wet spot in the middle doesn’t help much either because I can see how she’s leaking for me.

“You’ve contained yourself for nearly ten years. I think it’s time you go a little wild.”

Those words from her lips, the little minx smile she flashes me, have me wanting her to eat crow.

Which is why I pull her thong to the side and stick my tongue directly into her hot, dripping pussy. Alana bucks off the bed, gasping and moaning a curse, but I hold tight as I lavish her slit with alternating licks and kisses. Her clit throbs as I bite gently down on it, causing her to arch violently off the mattress but deeper into my grasp.

“Fuck, Christ, holy shit …” She’s running through the curse-word dictionary, and I smile into her damp flesh because I’m the one who is doing this to her.

As I feast on her, I shimmy out of my jeans, using one hand. Pulling down her panties quickly and tossing them across the floor so that we’re both stark naked and free to explore every inch of each other.

Kneeling once more, I lodge two fingers inside her and curl them up until she’s grabbing the duvet in fistfuls and mewling like a desperate animal.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this. So fucking beautiful all the time. I’m so lucky to get to witness this, to feel you. I need to feel it, baby. Come on my hand, Alana.”

Pressing my thumb to her clit, I watch as the little dip at her throat sucks in with her inhale. Her eyes are glued to mine, both of us watching as her climax steals over every cell of her body.

“Warren,” she whispers. My name on her lips as her eyes wink shut and she begins to come.

Wetness coats my fingers which keep their rhythm, milking her release as I watch with rapt attention. It’s the most intoxicating sight I’ve ever beheld, this gift she’s giving me after I squandered it for so long.

She reaches up and grabs behind my neck, fusing our lips together. I feel the cut of her diamond into my skin, the band having turned around in her fist as I finger-fucked her.

“Thank you.” She breathes against my lips, her body stretching like a satisfied cat. “But now I need you inside me. I want to feel you. I want to watch as you fall apart.”

Just the thought that her words trigger has me close to coming. This feels like a fever dream I never want to end, but I also want to reach my climax inside her sweet tightness.

“Let me get a condom, I—”

“No.” She strokes my cock harshly, making my balls draw up tight, and I nearly choke at the idea of taking her bare.

Alana’s heels press into my ass until my cock has nowhere else to go but nudging the first inch inside her pussy. Gulping back the nerves, emotion, and overwhelming feeling of this moment, meaning something bigger, I notch myself inside her tight, scorching heat.

The crown of her head is pressed to the mattress; her eyelashes flutter to the ceiling, and my gaze intently focuses on her features as I slide slowly into her to the hilt until my balls are nestled against her ass. My teeth graze slightly over her exposed throat, and she makes a whisper-sweet moan.

“Holy shit, Warren.” She gulps, leveling those blue eyes at me.

“I know.” Every part of me vibrates with awareness of her around and on me.

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