Page 109 of Bidding War

A little tender. “I’m more than okay, baby. I’m here with you.”

She leans up and kisses me, and it gets good fast. Reluctantly, she asks, “Are you sure about this? I don’t want to hurt you.”

My cock aches for her. “The only way you’d hurt me is if we stopped.”

“We’ll go slow, okay? No need to rush this.”

I nod. “Turn around.” She does, and I unzip her dress, kissing each inch of newly exposed skin. The scent of June drives me wild. I plant a bite at the nape of her neck, and she shivers against me while I scoot her dress down the rest of the way. Left in her bra, panties, and tights, she is a vision.

“Now you.” She tugs my sweater off and unbuttons my shirt. Her eyes linger on my wound. Just a faint scar now. A little dip into my abs. I'd be more self-conscious about it, except that I see the love in her eyes. And the tears.

“What is it?”

“I can't believe I almost lost you.”

“But you didn't. And I'm here now.”

She kisses me harder. More desperately. I understand it. That need to connect. I felt it ever since she came here to take care of me. As we kiss, I unclip her bra. She strips out of the rest of her clothes. I've seen her naked over the past few weeks, and she’s seen me naked, too. She's helped me in the shower many times. But now it means something else.

Coming back together after all this time, it means the world to me.

Gently, I lay her on the bed and crawl up next to her. June is breathtaking. All soft curves and sweet smiles. I skim my hand over her tits, grazing her nipples with my fingertips. God, I love the way she squirms and moans when I do that. Still, I can’t stop staring.

She asks, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Sometimes I see you, and I still can't believe you're mine.”

“Flatterer.”

“Just honest.” I kiss her again, and this time, she turns and wraps her legs around my hips. Her hot warmth caresses the head of my cock, and it’s been so long I’m worried I’ll come as soon as I slip inside of her. But I’m not stopping now.

Carefully, I lean myself over her. As much as I want to thrust home, I know how badly that could go. Earlier today, I’d practiced the maneuver a few times on the bed by myself just to see if I could do it. I was mostly successful in my test runs. Thankfully this time, I end up on top of her with minimal discomfort.

“You okay?”

I nod and kiss my way down her chest, taking my time to lavish each nipple with my undivided attention. Her breaths heave them to my lips, and when I meet her eyes, they’re half-closed and blissful.

God, I’ve missed this.

I take my time on my way to her core. Kisses, nibbles, bites, anything to make her writhe for me. I want her undone. Out of her mind with pleasure. There wasn’t much I could do the same as I used to, but tasting her? That I could do, and this one had a goal in mind.

Had I proposed? Sort of. And there was no better way to get someone to say yes than to make them come.

I parted her thighs, or rather, she eagerly spread them for me. Once between them, I took my time. My fingers brush the wetness that pooled there, and I swear under my breath. She is so aroused right now that my cock would slide straight in. I drag my tongue up her center reverently and fight the urge to rub my cock on the sheets for some kind of relief. At this rate, I won’t make it a minute inside of her. I devour her, licking every part that makes her shudder before I settle on her clit. Her moans fill the bedroom, but she does her best to hold still.

Safety first, I suppose.

I plunge a finger into her tight core, and she loses that control. Her hips lob up at my face, but I weather the attack and remain fixed on her clit. She bunches the sheets in her fists. She pants my name, and it’s never sounded so good. When she breaks on my tongue, I almost follow her over the edge. But she pulls my hair and uses my face just as I hoped she would.

When she’s half-recovered, she coaxes me up by my hair for a kiss, tasting herself on my tongue.

57

JUNE

With Anderson on my mouth and between my thighs, I’m tempted to go for it right now. But this is a delicate situation, and I am in no mood to be delicate.

“Lay on your back for me.”

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