Page 24 of Why Not Now?

There’s a rapid knock on my door.

I take the phone away from my ear, looking from it down the hall. I move Abyss to the couch and stand, hanging up without saying anything else. I know who’s here.

Each step toward her has my pulse racing faster. I need to see her. I need to hold her. I need to—

I open the door and there she is.

“Tell me to leave,” she says, breathless. “Tell me to go home.”

I stare at her for a long time before I say, “No.”

She pulls me to her, fusing our lips together. I don’t know what I’ve done with my phone, but it’s no longer in my hand because I’m using both of them to pull her closer, shut the door, press her against it.

She moans as my body cages hers, keeping her trapped between me and the door. A rock and a hard place, because my dick is rock hard, straining against the fly of my pants.

Ava’s fingers find the top button of my shirt and slide it free. Then she moves to the next one, growling with impatience against my lips. I grip the hem of her yellow shirt, pulling it over her head while she kicks off her shoes. She can’t seem to get the second button, so she rips it open. Buttons scatter around the entry hall and even into my kitchen.

I groan as her skin presses to mine. There are no words between us. I simply wrap my arms under her ass, lifting her against my chest, and carry her back down the hall and up the stairs, her legs around my hips.

When I get to my bed, I unceremoniously drop her onto it, finding the waistband of her leggings and underwear, tugging them off and discarding them on the floor with my destroyed shirt. She chucks her bra after the pants.

I have dreamed of eating this pussy since we broke up. When we were together, I didn’t know what I was doing. Now, I’ve had practice, and I need to show her exactly what she’s been missing.

I drop to my knees and pull her roughly to the edge of my bed. Then, I kiss down the smooth skin of one thigh. When I reach her apex, my intention is to move on to the other leg, tease her a little, but I can’t help stopping to take one long, slow lick, tasting her desire, making her moan.

“Derek,” she says, her voice pleading.

I grin as I bite the inside of her thigh. Fuck, I’ve missed the sound of her.

“What do you want?” I ask, pressing more kisses to her skin.

“I want you back where you were,” she says.

“Oh, this side?”

I switch back to the first leg, biting her and sucking hard, making her jump and moan softly.

“That’s not what I mean, and you know it.”

I lift my lips and examine the mark I’ve made, kissing it reverently. “Do I? Maybe I need explicit instructions.”

She reaches for me, sliding her fingers into my hair and pulling my head up so I’ll look at her.

I lift my eyebrows, waiting, enjoying the view.

“I want you to lick my pussy until I come.”

I grin. “Now, was that so hard?”

I don’t wait for a response, kissing her swollen clit. Then I lick it, drawing a gasping breath from her as she arches toward me. I press her hips back into the mattress, holding her still as I devour her.

My tongue plays with her clit until she’s a quivering mess. Then I push into her slick entrance, tasting her at the source. She tastes like heaven, so wet I practically drink her in. I replace my tongue with two fingers, returning to her clit. She responds with another moan, trying to shift closer to me, her body begging me to push my fingers deeper. I oblige.

I set a steady rhythm, not too fast, implacably consistent. All the while, my tongue continues its assault on her clit, alternating between licks and sucks.

Her moans change to a higher-pitched cry, telling me she’s about to come. The flutter of her muscles around my fingers confirms it. Then she cries out, louder than before, her body clenching and her pussy spasming.

When the orgasm subsides, I pull away, standing next to the bed to look down at her, replete on my comforter.

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