Page 52 of Knotted Laces

Just too well, and this is Athena.MyAthena. Fuck if I’m going to let her give me all the pleasure.

Reaching down, I hook my hands under her armpits and tug, pulling her off my cock with a softpop.

“Hey!” she protests, reaching for me again.

But I’ve got some moves of my own and I execute them quickly, reaching for the hem of her stolen sweats, pushing them down, exposing?—

“Fuck,”I grit out.

“What?” she whispers.

“You’re gorgeous everywhere.”

Half of her mouth quirks up. “And this is a problem?”

“It’s a problem for my self-control,” I grumble.

“Well, considering I don’t want youincontrol,” she murmurs, stroking a hand down my chest, cupping my dick again, “I don’t see how that’s a problem.”

I snag her wrist, press a kiss to her palm.

Tempting.

Fucking tempting to completely let go and fuck her like an animal.

But…this is Athena.

I’ve dreamed about being with her, tasting her, touching her, kissing her,fuckingher for near on a decade.

I don’t know if I’ll get another chance, don’t know if those icy walls will snap down again and try to close me out. So…I need to take my time, to worship her like she deserves.

And if those wallsdoclose?

Well, fuck the ice. I’m breaking out my chisel. Or blowtorch.

Or fuckingflamethrower.

Because this woman, who I’ve loved for years, is going to be mine.

I inhale, grasp tight to my control, and Imove.

Lifting her up onto the counter again, kissing her deeply, tasting her squeak on my tongue, presumably from the cold counter—or maybe because I’ve snaked my hand down, slipped it between her legs and stroked through the slick folds of her pussy.

I don’t stop though, especially when she parts her thighs and gives me better access.

Fuck yes.

I break the kiss, drag my lips along her jaw, down her throat, nipping at the sensitive spot that makes her shiver.

Then I keep going, kissing at the tops of her breasts, closing my lips around one taut nipple and sucking.

Her hands dive into my hair and clench tight, sending pain rippling across my scalp. It doesn’t bother me, though. If anything, that red haze of pain wraps its fingers around my cock and strokes furiously, sending me even closer to the edge, closer to the point of no return.

But I just keep moving down, keep focusing on Athena.

On her soft skin. On her slick pussy as I kiss my way down her belly and position myself between her thighs. On that tight grip of my hair and the soft curve of her hips. On her moans in my ears and her scent in my nose…

And her taste on my tongue.

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