Page 134 of Repairing the Wreckage

“Well, hopefully you guys can hang out at the reunion.”

I love her for saying that, but my first priority will be watching over her, not socializing.

“Thank you for listening. I haven’t really been able to talk about it with anyone here. And not only because of the show’s restrictions.”

She tilts her head. “Not even Remy? I thought you two talk about everything?”

I slant a look at her. “Not everything. But he was so pissed at me, I don’t like bringing it up so he can remind me of how stupid I am for doing it in the first place.”

She sighs. “He was worried about you too.”

“I know.”

She strokes her fingers through my hair. “What do you want to do today?”

I make a big show of looking around the bedroom. “Uh, this. Spend time with you. Talk to you. Just be with you.” Before you leave me again tomorrow. “I meant what I said. I missed you.”

Her eyes shine with emotion. No. No. No. I didn’t want to make her cry.

“Actually, you know what we should do today?” I lean over and kiss her shoulder. “Go find that full-length mirror.”

She giggles and rolls away, taking the covers with her.

I sit up. “Where are you going?”

“Upstairs to get dressed so we can go shopping.”

I lunge off the bed, hug her around the waist and toss her back onto the mattress. “You like that idea, huh?”

“Oh, yeah.” She reaches up and runs her fingers through my hair, then over my shoulder and down my arm. “Loved seeing your strong arms around me.” She rubs the tip of her finger right between my eyes. “Love the serious face you make when you’re concentrating on making me come.”

“I take my work seriously. I want to make giving Molly orgasms my new full-time job.”

She shakes with laughter. “You do excel at it.”

The covers are bunched around us, obstructing my view. I untangle myself, then peel the sheet down to reveal her body. Her smooth skin seems to glow in the early morning light, begging my fingers to explore every inch. “Love you sleeping naked next to me.” I cup her breast, kneading softly, admiring her pretty pink nipples, hard and pointing at my mouth. “Look how perfectly you fit in my hands.” I dip down to suck one tight bud between my lips, swirling my tongue around the hard peak.

“Oh, shit.” Her back arches. “You do have big hands.”

All my blood rushes to my groin. I smile against her breast, then move to the other one. “All the better to hold you with.”

I slide lower in the bed, kissing and tasting. Her stomach quivers beneath my tongue as I feather kisses around her belly button and keep moving lower and lower until I arrive at my destination.

I flick my gaze up and meet her eyes. She licks her bottom lip as if the anticipation’s killing her as much as it’s killing me. I rake my fingers over her dark curls, inhaling her scent, and slowly edge my thumb toward her clit. She lets out a shuddery gasp and spreads her legs a little wider.

It’s a gift that she’s so uninhibited with me. No longer shy. Her confidence keeps growing every time I touch and kiss her. She trusts me with her body. Knows I want to give more pleasure than I take.

I trail kisses from her knees to the crease of her hips. She’s panting with desire by the time I bury my tongue in her. She opens wider and tilts her hips, offering herself. I slide my tongue to her clit, teasing with light flicks until she trembles and gasps my name. Her little moans and shudders increase as I keep licking then finally suck her clit into my mouth.

“Oh!” She lifts off the mattress, curling her body forward. I hold her gaze and slide two fingers through her wetness and slip them inside her. Her thighs tremble and she rocks herself against my face. I move my tongue up and down, bury my fingers and curl them, seeking the spot that makes her go crazy. There it is. Tension seizes her muscles. She clenches tight, squeezing my fingers. Arching her back, she unleashes a long husky moan I feel in my balls. I flatten my tongue and give her long, slow licks, easing her down.

I slide my fingers free, wet and glistening. Placing one more kiss over her clit, I tear myself away from her long enough to grab one of the condoms. Her eyes sparkle with anticipation as she watches me smooth it on. I kiss my way up her body and settle over her. Mouths inches apart, we stare into each other’s eyes. She presses her palm to my cheek. “That was…so amazing.”

“Good.” I touch my lips to hers and she opens, kissing me hot and deep, like she can’t get enough. Crazed with the need to bury myself in her I pull back. “Do that thing where you wrap your legs around me.”

She lifts her hips and presses her knees to my sides. “Like this?”

I groan and tease my cock through her wetness. “You’re so fucking wet. I love you coming on my face.”

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