Page 56 of Love Me

“Yeah.”

“Then come down the hall to your bedroom. I want to give you something.” His voice is so smooth, it washes over me like the perfect tidal wave, taking me under.

Without much thought, I rise to my feet and let his words lead me down to my bedroom. Unsurprisingly, he’s stretched out on my king size bed, stripped down to his white boxer briefs.

I allow my eyes to trail over his beautifully bronzed skin, the tattoo on the underside of his left arm, his washboard abs, and the considerable bulge in his boxers.

“Come here, Monique,” he beckons.

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Diego

For the first time today, I take a deep breath as Monique approaches the bed. I can still see the lingering doubt in those honey eyes of hers. I don’t break eye contact with her or let her do so with me.

I sit up from the bed and take her chin into my hand. “Do you trust me?”

She nods, but that’s not enough.

“Say it out loud, baby. Do you trust me?”

“Of course.”

I kiss the corner of her mouth.

“Do you trustus?”

Her bottom lip tucks in between her teeth. The hesitation is like a knife slice to my heart. I hate the war happening in her eyes. I want her to trust us as much as I do.

But I have enough faith for both of us.

“Let me convince you,” I say against her lips. I capture her perfect lips and kiss her the way I’ve hungered to do all fucking day.

Just like a flower in springtime, she opens up for me. I can feel the doubt and fear leaving her body as her hands make their way to my hair. Her nails lightly brush against my scalp.

The move sends tingles of sensation coursing through my body. She probably has no idea how much of an aphrodisiac it is for me to have her hands in my hair. In truth, it always has been.

She’s the only woman I’ve allowed to play in my hair so casually.

My dick starts to stretch the front of my briefs, and I become even more impatient. I strip her out of the plaid pajama bottoms she’s wearing, and a hiss escapes my mouth when I see she’s not wearing any panties.

I grin up at her. “You knew I was coming over, didn’t you?”

“No. Oh!” she yelps when I swat her ass for lying.

There’s no way in hell she didn’t know I would let another day go by without ending up in her bed or her in mine.

I squeeze her ass, and a moan breaks free of her mouth. Monique lets out a tiny gasp when I wrap my arm around her and drag her onto the bed, straddling my body. I kiss her like I won’t ever let her get away because I won’t.

I may not be able to wash away all of her doubts and fears with one kiss, but dammit, I’m sure as hell going to try. We’re both breathless by the time I let up on the kiss. My cock is straining to the point of being painful. But I make it wait.

I need to taste her.

“My beard needs moisturizing,” I say against the skin of her neck.

A laugh breaks free.

“Good girl,” comes out on a growl when she crawls up the length of my body to straddle my face. “Perfect,” I whisper right before she brings her pussy against my face.

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