Page 14 of Recklessly in Love

“We were together a while. I don’t think it was a big deal in and of itself, but when you have to deal with that day in and day out for years …” I shrug.

“How many years?”

“Six.” The word drops into the silence like a stone in a still pond. The ripples of emotion on her face come and go, and I give her a minute. “Not one for long-term relationships?”

She tips her head back and forth. “I guess I haven’t met someone I wanted to be with for that long.”

“How about someone you want to be with for right now?” I tease, reaching out and running my thumb over her cheek.

She tilts her head into the touch, her long, dark hair spilling over her shoulder. Fuck if I don’t want to run my hands through those waves. Gather them in my fist. Pull them hard while I take her from behind.

I shift as my dick rises at the thought. She misinterprets my shift as a move to kiss her, and her mouth meets mine.

Which I can’t be mad about at all, as her soft lips open to me, and our tongues meet. I slide my hand to her neck, tilting her head so I can kiss her more deeply, my tongue exploring her mouth. She groans deep in her chest and then moves into my lap.

She straddles me as her face descends on mine, her teeth grazing my lip, the sensation traveling straight to my already too-hard dick. I lock my hands onto her waist, but she beats me to the next move, grinding her hips over mine, her core rubbing across my length through our jeans.

A groan escapes my lips, and she smiles down at me.

“You gonna show me that cock, mountain man? Make me scream with it?” she whispers, circling her hips over me. Electricity zaps down my spine, coiling in my balls. Fucking hell.

“All in good time,” I promise, kissing her lightly on the lips. Deceptively. Because my next move is to upend her on her back, which I do in one quick movement, pinning her onto the couch with my hips between her thighs, my dick rubbing her warm center through our clothes. “But I bet I can make you come without ever whipping it out.”

She bites into her bottom lip, but it doesn’t stop the grin that breaks over her face. “How do you make not sticking your dick in me sound so good?” she asks breathily.

“You haven’t heard anything yet,” I promise, descending on her. I run my lips up her neck, sucking the place where it meets her shoulder, then up the sensitive column to drag my tongue along the shell of her ear. She shudders under me. “I’m going to lick and suck you all over until you’re begging for more, city girl.”

She nods and turns her head so the other side of her neck is exposed to me. I grin and kiss it gently while simultaneously reaching down and twisting one of her nipples mercilessly. She gasps in surprise and arches into me. I twist it again, and she moans. When I twist it a third time, I bite her neck and suck just as mercilessly. She bucks against me as the pleasure goes through her.

I growl against her skin, the need to dominate, take, pleasure, fuck, own tearing through my veins. I use both hands to squeeze her breasts while my tongue returns to plundering her mouth. She grabs at my ass, desperately grinding against me. I tilt my hips into her, relenting on everything else, letting her focus on the one sensation. I twist and roll circles around her wet heat until her eyes flutter closed, and she stills. Her brows pinch together, and her breathing accelerates. I’d be smug knowing how close I have her already, but the sight is going to make me nut in my undershorts if I’m not careful. So, I slow it down. And her eyes flutter open.

I run my hands down her chest, landing on her hips and pinning her as I lower my mouth to her. As I bite her nipple through her shirt. She fists a hand in my hair in approval. So, I move to the other. She nods and gasps. I move between her breasts slowly, repeating the process as I gradually start to flex my covered cock against her.

I increase my speed leisurely, moving my mouth from her breasts to her neck, then to her mouth, letting my hand tweak her nipple as I speed up. The combined assault has her so worked up that her body undulates to the rhythm I’m squeezing her nipple, which I match to the thrust of my tongue in her hot mouth, the tilt of my hard, denim-covered dick against her warm, damp core, until I can tell she’s on the edge.

Drawing my mouth from hers, I lean up and knead both of her breasts with my full hands. Her eyes pop open and stare at me, glazed with lust.

“You like that?” I ask, tilting my hips into her.

She nods.

“Tell me,” I push.

“I like it,” she breathes. “I need more.”

“Like this?” I push myself against her hard, and she groans and nods. I squeeze her nipples hard in tandem, drawing them upward as I push our fully clothed centers together. God, the friction is killing me. I’m not sure I won’t come too. But that’s not what this is about. “This is just a taste, city girl.” I lean in, working her nipples harder, faster as I dry fuck her toward orgasm. “Just a small preview. When I have the time to get you naked…” I thrust hard, and one of her legs clamps around my backside while the other shudders — a good sign. I hold back my smug grin. “God, Joanie, I’m going to fuck you so good. So fucking hard. For so long your pussy is going to —”

“Oh shit, Greg, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Joanie screams, coming apart under me, her hands clamping on my forearms.

I slow the tilt of my hips and the pressure on her nipples as she comes down from her climax. I lean into her, my mouth skating over hers, feeling her sharp, hot bursts of breath on my lips. I place one soft, sweet kiss on her mouth, high on hearing her call out my name in orgasm and so wanting to rub it in her face. But I hold back. I wait.

Eventually, her eyes open lazily, filled with satisfaction. A matching smile spreads over her lips.

“So, when will you get me naked? Because if that was just a preview…”

I laugh and kiss her before hauling us both upright. “All in good time,” I repeat in promise. “But I’m glad it didn’t disappoint.”

Joanie levels me with a look so heated my cock almost finishes what our dry fuck started.

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