Page 111 of Before I Loved You

My fingers pop the button of her jeans and slowly glide down the zipper. I hear her breathing pick up, anticipation building between us.

God, I need this tonight.

I need her.

“Just remember, if you want me to stop, say the word. Okay?”

She nods, pushing her ass against me. “Keep going.”

My fingers loop in the belt rings before I slide her pants down over her luscious curves, letting them rest against her thighs.

I let out a breath, admiring the ass in front of me in nothing but a black lace thong. “This ass is sinful.” My hand skims over her skin, squeezing before I bring it to her front, cupping her pussy. The thin piece of lace is the only barrier between us.

My fingers trace her center back and forth, noting the damp fabric. “Wet already.” I push the fabric aside, swirling one finger above her entrance. “Let’s see how much wetter I can make you.” In one go, I thrust knuckles deep inside her.

The prettiest moan fills the room as I slide in and out of her, prepping her carefully.

I wasn’t lying about how big I am.

And I definitely don’t want to hurt her.

“More,” she breathes, her breath fogging the glass.

I shove two fingers inside her, feeling her core clench with desire. My thumb gently rubs circles over her clit, round and round, as I watch and listen to what she needs.

“Oh my God… Just like… Right there.” Her pussy grinds relentlessly onto my hand. “I’m so…so…” She lets out a scream as she comes apart on my fingers, panting rapidly. Her trembling body eases into my hold, her hands gripping my forearms for support. She turns her head over her shoulder, bites her bottom lip, and says, “If that’s what you can do with just your fingers, then I’m dying to see what you can do with your cock.”

God, this girl has a mouth. And I love it.

I press soft kisses across her jawline, enjoying the whimpers she produces with each one. “And how does the birthday girl want my cock?” My hand travels up her stomach and under her shirt, where my index finger circles her belly button. “Slow and gentle? Or fast and rough?”

“Fast and rough.” Her voice comes out breathy.

“Your wish is my command.” I spin her around to face me and drop to my knees, my face almost level with her breasts. My fingers grip her pants and underwear, sliding them to the ground. She carefully steps out of them and then brazenly removes her top and bra, standing before me in nothing but her birthday suit.

My eyes graze over every inch of her gorgeous body, unable to get my fill of her. And then I notice them. All the floral tattoos covering her arms and thighs. She’s a fucking work of art. “You’re exquisite,” I whisper, tenderly kissing her porcelain skin repeatedly.

And even in the dark, with the moon as our only light source, I can just make out the faint shade of pink covering her cheeks.

“Thank you.” Her soft voice fills me with yearning. A need to satisfy this woman overtakes me.

Standing before her, I play with a soft piece of raven-black hair cascading down her chest.

“This is by far the best birthday I’ve ever had,” she admits. Her hands press into my chest, running down my torso until she gets to the hem of my shirt, lifting it for me to remove. As I toss my shirt to the floor, her eyes widen, and her head tilts to the side as she takes me in. “Someone works out.”

I chuckle. Little does she know that’s pretty much all I do. Well, that and gaming, but she doesn’t need to know about that. Don’t want her knowing the truth about me, which is I’m a certified nerd.

Yeah, we definitely don’t want her to know that.

“I think you forgot something,” I note, stepping back to give her space. She smirks, dropping down to her knees. The sight alone is enough to make me come, but I fill my head with thoughts of smelly locker rooms, old gym socks, and broccoli to keep it together.

Her hand flattens against the rather large bulge in my pants, rubbing her palm from top to bottom, causing me to groan as pleasure takes over.

There’s a desperate need to be inside this woman like I’ve never felt before.

“Stop teasing me.” My fingers comb through her hair, brushing it out of her face. My hand reaches into my back pocket for my wallet, pulling out the condom.

She unbuttons and then unzips my pants, sliding them down my long legs, leaving me in only my underwear. The state of my erection does not go unnoticed as she comes face to face with it. The only thing separating me from her lips is a measly piece of fabric. Her fingers loop under the waistband, slowly sliding down my briefs.

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