Page 49 of Letting it Ride

It’s sweet, like pineapple and something that’s justher. From one taste, I know I’ll never have enough. She meets me, her tongue diving into my mouth, and we tangle together. I pull back to take a breath and she holds me tighter against her, her teeth closing on my lip before she finally lets me go.

“Shit, Addie,” I pant, my mind racing just as fast as my heart.

She presses her hips up against my groin. I’m so hard it’s painful, and I let out a groan as she grinds against me.

“Take your pants off,” she says.

I search her face for any hint of uncertainty, but there’s only lust. She wants this just as much as I do. I push away from her and stand next to the bed while I undo my belt and shove my boxers and jeans down inone motion, freeing my erection before I pull my shirt over my head.

“Holy shit,” Addie breathes.

I try to hide my smirk. Yeah, I know I’m big. But I don’t know how much experience Addie has, and I don’t want to hurt her. From the way she kisses, though, I don’t think she’s a virgin.

She lifts her hips to shimmy her shorts off. Then she pauses, and her cheeks flush. “Um. Shit. Can you help with my shirt again?”

I lean over her from where I’m standing. “Getting to peel this shirt off you is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever done. I’ll undress you any time, baby.”

The flush turns an even deeper crimson, but she sits up and lets me help her. I take my time tugging the Phillies t-shirt up and over her head and down her injured arm. I let my thumb brush over the swell of breast that rises from her bra.

The shirt lands on the ground next to my discarded clothes. Addie is in a lacy bra and matching thong. My mouth goes dry. I run a hand over my jaw as I stare at her, my gaze taking in every inch of her body that I’ve been forcing myself not to see for days, if not years.

“Fuck, Addie. You’re so fucking gorgeous.” I slipone bra strap down her shoulder before I unhook it in the back with one hand and let it fall to her lap.

Full breasts spill out, soft and pale with rosy nipples. I can’t stop myself. I lower my head to her chest and kiss the side of her breast, then pull her nipple into my mouth and suck.

“Oh God,” Addie groans, her head falling back.

I switch to the other side. Her pulse is hammering in her neck, and knowing I’m the one that’s doing that to her is its own reward.

I pull the abandoned bra off her lap and send it flying to the floor. The bed dips when I climb on, gently pressing her legs apart and kneeling between them. My hands find her breasts again, closing around both. They’re the perfect handful in my large palm. I rub my thumbs along the sides.

I want to spend all night learning every curve of her body.

The soft swell of her stomach. The dip next to her hipbone, by her collarbone. I want to map every inch of her.

She lifts her hips. Like we’ve choreographed it, I bring my fingers down to hook into the lacy waistband and pull her underwear down, dragging them slowly over her toned legs.

Even my movements—scooting from between herlegs to get them off her feet, tossing them to the floor, and moving back into position between her spread legs—feels effortless, natural. There isn’t any of the awkwardness of a usual first time with someone, the where-do-I-put-my-hands or accidental elbowing when you both move in the same direction at the same time. It’s like we’ve been doing this for years.

In my mind, we have, but I never imagined it could be like this.

I push her legs further apart and keep my hands on her inner thighs as I look at the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. Her arousal glistens in the soft light from the TV that plays silently behind us. I press a kiss to her inner thigh, the moan she lets out giving me the push I need to move my kisses further up her leg.

When I land a kiss on her mound, the moans get louder. She’s completely bare and must have waxed because there’s no hint of stubble. Just soft, slick skin. I dip my tongue between her folds, just above her clit.

Addie presses her hips up into me, forcing my tongue to press harder against her. I grip her hips with my hands and push her into the bed.

“My turn, baby. Patience,” I murmur against her sex.

She just groans in response, a symphony of euphoric noises as I hold her hips in place, giving herwhat she wants. I swipe my tongue all along her slit in one long, languid motion.

If I thought I loved the taste of her mouth, this is even more addicting. I could bury my face between her thighs for hours.

I give her one more soft pass of my tongue between her legs before I lift myself up and look her in the eye as I bring my hands closer together until my thumbs rub against her pussy lips.

I run my fingers between her legs. “Fuck, Addie. You’re soaked.” I want to bury myself in her, but I settle for pressing my cock along her slit, teasing her.

“Cam. Please,” Addie whimpers, her gaze fixed on mine.

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