Page 134 of Return To You

“Really?” I kiss her lips softly, looking for a sign that she’s lying. A trembling. A set in her mouth. I don’t find anything, but that doesn’t mean she’s not hiding something.

Her hand sets on my chest, and she pushes me slightly. Getting the hint, I flip us so she’s sitting on me. She slides down to my legs and looks up at me, my cock beating between her breasts.

Then she goes down and licks my shaft, her eyes on mine. Takes me deep until my cock hits the back of her throat, darts her tongue and sucks on me and fuck. Fuck, she’s hot. And fuck, she knows how to please me.

I pull her head off my cock before she decides to suck me dry.

“I’m coming inside you first. Then you can do whatever you want to me. But first you need a little break.”

“I don’t need a break.” She whimpers and climbs on me. “Ethan,” she sighs in that little voice that drives me wild. Straddling me, she lowers herself on me, her breasts bouncing just so. “Ethan? Did you miss me?” she teases.

“What do you think?” I growl. “Fuck you’re so wet. How did you get so drenched again so fast?”

Her eyelids drop. “One look at you.”

I place my hands on her hips, pistoning her up and down on me. She whimpers at my bossiness and brings her hands to cup her breasts. My cock twitches inside her in response.

“Tell me. Do you get wet for me all the time?”

Her eyes roll back in pleasure. “All the time.”

“Anywhere?”

“Everywhere,” she breathes.

“Fuck.” I sit up and turn us around. I want her pinned under me. I want her at my mercy. I want to control her orgasm again.

She bites her bottom lip.

“Let it out, babe. Tell me.”

She wraps her legs around my back and moans. “You feel so good. Fuck me harder. Harder.”

And so I let it out, the sound of our juices and her noises and the smell of sex taking over.

“Do you like my cunt?” she whispers in my ear. “It’s all yours. Take it. Take it hard.”

As she clenches around my dick, I empty myself into her in long, uncontrollable spurts, her aftershocks sucking me dry.

“I do like your cunt, you dirty little girl.”

At my words, her inner walls clench around my dick again. “Fuck, you like my dirty talk?”

She pulls me harder inside her with her legs. “Before the sun is up, I’m giving you the blow job of your life.”

We end up falling asleep, tangled in each other. When I wake up, Grace is lying mostly on me, emitting rhythmic, soft hums, Grace’s adorable version of a snore.

How much more perfect can she be? She’s always had my heart, but now I’m finding out she likes my dirty talk, maintains she gets wet just looking at me, and is planning on giving me the blow job of my life. And her snores are lighter than a cat’s purrs.

The need to possess her again and right now coils deep in my lower stomach. Breathing deeply into her hair, I run a light hand across her back.

With one hip movement, her pussy is against my dick, and she’s grinding against me. “Take me again.”

I take her lying on her side, leg thrown over my torso, her eyes on mine. She comes with a soft wail, fingernails digging into my shoulder, and when I follow, my orgasm is so powerful I grunt harder than I ever have.

After I clean us, she tucks herself against me. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming tonight? I would have made food, and changed the sheets, and—”

“I didn’t want you to fuss like that. And also, I was scheduled to fly in tomorrow, but there’s a hurricane going up the coast. My C.O. gave me the go-ahead to fly home earlier so I wouldn’t be stranded down there.”

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