Page 20 of One Kiss Isn't Enough

“I know.” Her head falls to my shoulder and I know there’s something she wants to ask. It’s from the way her lips stay parted and how she glances up at me before down to my chest where her fingers play in the bit of hair there. I almost tell her I bought a ring. I almost ask her to marry me right here and now, but I don’t have it on me and I don’t want to propose like this. All I want to do is give her the security she’s begging me for and I may not be able to fly out to see her every weekend, but I show her she’s mine. I can show her I’m serious.

“You smell like you just got out of the shower,” she changes the subject and I let out a huff of a laugh. “I love the way you smell,” she murmurs and then kisses me on my throat. My cock stirs slightly from how tender and soft her touch is.

“Bri baby, don’t…” I warn her.

“I’m not doing anything,” she teases under the covers.

“I know that hip roll”

“Which one?” her tone is tempting. “This one?” she mocks and a grin forms on my face before both of us laugh. She’s just playing around and I pull her in closer, kissing her temple before she settles back down.

Everything about her is warmth and comfort. Before I can stop myself I tell her, “I missed you.”

She doesn’t hesitate and doesn’t hide the agony of longing in her voice, “I miss you every day Asher. Every single day you’re not with me, I miss you.”

She’s quick to kiss me again and this time it’s on the lips. It’s short and isn’t meant to tease me but she does.

I kiss her back if for no other reason than to soothe that bit of pain. But one kiss turns into another. Testing and tempting, her soft body never leaving mine. I’m cock’s hard in an instant and when she kisses me again, I deepen it. Slipping my tongue along the seam of her lips until she parts them for me. The moment my tongue strokes against hers, she moans into my mouth, her thigh slipping around mine until she’s straddling me under the covers, her forearms resting on either side of my head.

When I break the kiss, I look up at my gorgeous girlfriend. Her sun kissed skin and the kindness in her green eyes. “I thought you said don’t?” she questions teasingly.

With an asymmetric grin, I wrap my arm around her waist and flip her under me in a swift motion. A squeal leaves her as she grips onto my shoulders in surprise. The moment her back lands and she’s under me, that smile hits her face.

The genuine one that I wish I could see every day. That thought forces me to take her lips back, mid laugh of hers and kiss her with everything I have. She moans again, this tortured sound of need that I fucking love.

Her legs are spread for me, her heels digging into my ass. As I rock myself against her, she writhes against me.

“Too many clothes,” I scold her playfully as I pull back. The heat around us more than working us up. I work her shorts off first, letting my fingers glide down her skin as I do. A beautiful blush hits her cheeks when I move my hand between her thighs, the thin lace that’ll go next separating my palm from her pussy.

“Already wet for me?”

Her gaze rips from mine as her cheeks redden even further. Leaning up, I nip her neck and her entire body tenses with a wanton gasp. “Answer me baby,” I command.

“Yes.” She whispers.

“Yes, what?” I look into her eyes and she stares back. There’s a skip in my chest, one beat and then another that’s harder and more needy. Like she can control the beat of my heart.

“I’m ready for you.”

Knowing what this woman does to me makes me pause as I realize I can never lose her.

“Take your hair down,” I tell her and she obeys. Then I help her with her own shirt and flick the snap of her bra undone. The moment her breasts are exposed, I tease her nipple, suckle it into my mouth. My tongue flicks against them as they peak and harden.

I take my time toying with her, but my girl is needy and so damn ready. She pushes against my jeans with her feet, as if they could be enough to rid me of them.

“Too many clothes,” she mocks me with a lust filled gaze as her chest rises and falls more heavily than before.

It’s tense between us, the pull not letting me take my eyes off hers as I kick off my pants. I stroke myself once, a bead of precum already at the head of my dick. Slipping myself between her slick folds, I tease her clit as I kiss her.

The way she gasps with my lips right there is everything. It’s all I want and need.

“Bri,” I whisper her name as I line myself up.

Her questing look meets mine. “I love you.”

With both of her hands splaying in my hair, she tells me she loves me and kisses me with every ounce of sincerity there is in this whole damn world.

Her lips press and mold to mine and I slam into her in one swift stroke, filling her and forcing her head to fall back from the sudden sensation.

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