Page 42 of Love Takes Home

Joker

Kissing Ginny is likenothing I’ve felt before. Her lips are full and soft. The curves of her body mold into my hands and against my chest. When she opens for me, my tongue delves into her mouth, tasting her, devouring her. Her scent surrounds me. The minty taste of toothpaste explodes as our tongues dance with each other. Nothing about this kiss is hurried or frenzied.

I run my hand up her back, finally twisting my fingers in her hair, holding her head and angling her right where I want her. But Ginny isn’t a weakling, giving up control. No, when she wraps her arms around me and rolls, and I go along for the ride.

On her back, her legs spread and cradling my body, I feel the heat of her pussy against my cloth-covered cock. I can’t help the movements, the friction of the fabric against both of our most sensitive areas causing her to break the kiss and moan.

That moan alone could make me shoot my load, but I’m not going down like that. No fucking way.

I kiss along her jaw, down her neck, only stopping to look at her.

“Is this alright?”

“Yes. Yes. Don’t stop. Please.”

My lips are right back on her skin, gently sucking on her neck.

“Joker?”

“Yeah, Beautiful?”

“Take my shirt off?”

“Are you sure? We don’t have to—”

“I’m sure. I want this. You.”

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“I’m saying yes. Yes, I’m yours. Yes, you’re mine. I don’t want to stop. I don’t need to think about it. I want you inside of me. I want tofeelyou.”

“I’m not telling you I love you because we’re getting naked. Just know I do, and I’ll tell you later.”

“Me, too.” Her smile lights up my world. “Clothes?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I sit on my knees between her thighs, the sight of her panties turning me on even more. I have a feeling that what’s still hidden—for now at least—could kill me, but only in the best way. I pull up her shirt, leaning over to kiss her belly before helping her raise up enough to get her shirt off. It’s not until she’s laying beneath me again that I realize she removed her bra. Her tits are on full, glorious display. Are they perfect? Maybe not to losers out there, but to me, they abso-fucking-lutely are. Big. Round. Not sitting right under her chin like fake ones. Real.

“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” I ask before leaning over her body and licking one nipple and then the other.

“I think it’s the other way around.” She squirms underneath me.

I pull one of her hardened nipples into my mouth, sucking. Again, she moans, making my cock jump. She’s right. Too manyfucking clothes. When I’m happy with the job on one, I move to the other side of her chest, gently nipping, making her almost come off the bed, only my body weight holding her down.

“You taste so good,” I mumble into her skin as I travel farther down her body.

When I get to the top of her panties, I take them in my teeth and pull. When she raises her hips to help, I momentarily roll to her side and slide them down her legs. As soon as the offending material is gone, I give myself a few seconds to really take her in. The curve of her belly to her hips, the dip to her pussy covered in neatly trimmed curls. That’s my destination.

But first, another kiss. This one has no hesitation. Our mouths immediately open to one another, and her hands roam my back, her nails gently raking over my skin. Her body is rocking against mine, trying to find friction to relieve her need.

“I’m going to devour you,” I whisper in her ear before I slowly make my way down her body again.

“What?” she asks, panic in her voice. “No. You don’t have to do that.”

“Oh, Beautiful. That’s where you’re wrong. I do need to do that. With an urgency I’ve never felt before. I want you to explode on my tongue, yelling out my name.”

“I don’t…” She hesitates. “I don’t know if I can.”

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