Page 121 of Penalty to the Heart

“Well, since you’re up,” I taunt, placing her on her back and lifting the sheet over us until we’re both cocooned under it again.

“Caleb—” she begins to protest, but it quickly dies on the tip of her tongue when I start kissing every inch of her body.

“Shh, love. This won’t take long,” I lie before plucking one of her nipples into my mouth and sucking on it.

“You’re incorrigible,” she moans, her fingers digging into my hair.

“What I am is hungry for you. And I’m not sure that will ever change. I fucking can’t get enough of you.”

I feel her body soften at my confession, her legs parting of their own accord and wrapping themselves around my waist. I lick and tease her nipples, one at a time, while my hand slithers in between her thighs, finding her already wet and wanting.

My back molars grind at the responsiveness of her body to my touch.

One kiss, and Roxie’s pussy becomes wetter than Niagara Falls.

That knowledge fucking does something to a man—knowing his woman wants him as much as he wants her.

“Roxie… love,” my voice comes out rough and strangled as my thumb starts playing with her clit. “Tell me what you want. I need you to say it again.”

“What?” she moans out, already lost in a myriad of sensations I’m inflicting on her.

“I said,” I start before inserting two digits into her soaked pussy, making her back arch off the bed, “I want to hear you tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“I… I…” her chest heaves for breath. “I want you to fuck me, Caleb. Please.”

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!

Hearing the respectable and sophisticated Dr. Roxanne Seymour curse and beg for my cock, might be the best thing these ears have ever heard.

“Such a good girl,” I praise, pulling my digits out of her pussy to shove them in my mouth. Her amber eyes light up in flames as she watches me sucking her essence clean off my fingers while I run my cock up and down her slick slit.

“Do you need me to go slow again?” I ask since I know this is all still very new to her.

When Roxie admitted that she hadn’t been with anyone since her late husband’s passing, I knew this was a big deal for her. It wasn’t just a fuck, but an act of intimacy.

Like hell would I ever take advantage of the gift she’s giving me.

Not in this lifetime or the next.

So, if she needs me to go slow, I will.

If I have to use a goddamn condom every time we fuck, then I’ll do that too.

Whatever she needs to feel safe and loved.

That’s all I care about.

“No,” she pants. “Actually, I don’t want to go slow at all,” she says before kicking the sheet off us and pushing me to the other side of the bed until she’s straddling me.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan when she grabs a condom from the dresser and rips the foil in two.

My chest threatens to cave in on itself when her deft fingers wrap themselves around the base of my cock and sheath the condom on me.

I’m not even inside her yet, and I already want to come just with the vision of her putting a goddamn condom on me. It will forever be engraved in my mind as the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

There’s only one thing missing that would put the cherry on top of this erotic fantasy.

“Roxie, baby, put your glasses on.”

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