Page 78 of The Thought of You

She scoots to the edge of the bed, her legs spread and giving me the perfect view of her swollen flesh. She’s so damn soaked.

Addie responds so fucking well to me, and I’m as afraid as I am excited that I’ll never get enough.

“You love when I touch you, don’t you?” I whisper, almost daring her to deny the truth. “You’ve refused this for so long, and you regret it, don’t you?”

“I don’t.”

I cock a brow as I keep my feet rooted by the fireplace.

Her gaze is locked on my fingers trailing over the head of my pulsing dick. “Waiting has made this week that much better.” She gulps again and flicks her gaze up to meet mine. “More delicious, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Fuck,” I growl and kneel before her.

Unsurprisingly, she’s right. The last several days of keeping my mouth off her have been excruciating, but it’s that much more satisfying now. All the tension is finally going to break.

I kiss the inside of her thigh, nipping at the birthmark there much like I did the night at the dance studio.

She grabs hold of my head by my hair and tugs. I skim my nose along her smooth skin until I reach her quivering sex, where I enjoy a taste.

I need her coating my tongue.

“Oh,” she pants and grips my hair tighter.

I place my hands on either side of her and slowly rise, nipping and kissing her stomach and ending with the valley between her breasts.

I’m so hard, my vision blurs. I’ll go blind if I don’t bury myself inside her already, but tasting all of her awards me a different kind of pleasure.

Addie lies back onto the bed, her legs still dangling over the edge. I capture a beaded nipple between my teeth and tease her until her back arches into me.

“Yes.” She toys with her other tit in her hand, and I cover her fingers with mine while we play together. “Oh, yes.”

Her pants reach my ears like my favorite music.

This is already an experience I can’t describe, and I haven’t even been inside her yet.

I suck on her nipple and knead her other breast, my palm still over her small, delicate hand, while my dick bobs in sensual pain against her leg.

After I release her from my mouth, I curl an arm underneath her and slide her up onto the bed. Then I nestle myself between her legs, my tip immediately finding her with ease.

“I need you, Owen. What have you done to me?” She smooths her hair back, then leans up to run her hand down my abs.

She places kisses across my shoulder too, and my chest stirs.

“I was just going to ask you the same,” I manage.

When she drapes her hand over my cock, her jaw drops, and I cover her mouth with mine.

She eases back, taking me with her and lining us up.

Every muscle in my body strains to go slow. To make this good for her. To do this right.

I inch only the tip inside her before pulling out.

“Don’t go easy on me now, Owen.” She shakes her head. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

My arms buckle, and most of my weight drops onto her, surely about to crush her.

She moans and writhes beneath me with her feet dancing up and down my legs, urging me to hurry.

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