Page 47 of I Do With You

I lean over, tilting her chin up. I see the smile on her lips for a split second before I close my eyes and touch my lips to hers. She kisses meback, but suddenly jerks away with wide eyes, slapping her hand over her mouth. “Nooo, I’ve got morning breath!”

“I don’t care, Hope,” I laugh. “I’d kiss you anywhere, anytime—morning breath, sweaty, or fresh as a daisy. If I’m sticking my tongue in you, I. Don’t. Care.”

She blushes and teases, “Aw, you say the sweetest things.” But since she takes another drink of water and swishes it around in her mouth, I’m guessing she’s still a little mortified. “You keep seeing me at my worst.”

“If this is your worst, you’re in damn-good shape.”

Her eyes drop to her plate, where she pokes at her toast. “I didn’t mean me getting drunk. I meant all of it.” She chances lifting her gaze to mine as she waves her hand around, encompassing what I’m guessing is the entirety of the time I’ve known her.

I touch my nose to hers and peer into her eyes. “So did I.” I kiss her again to prove my point.

Hope’s smile blooms by degrees as my words sink in.

And then it’s like the small touches, glances, and cuddling all night catch up with us in an instant. We ignite, and Hope grasps my face to pull me in closer. I lean over the tray, probably spilling coffee everywhere, but all I care about is kissing her.

Her mouth is air. Her body, fire. Her soul is earth. I want to drink her like water.

“Elemental,” I murmur against her mouth, not meaning to speak.

“Huh?” she answers, and I shake my head, not able to explain right now.

I move the tray out of our way and pull Hope over my lap to straddle me. The heat of her pussy, through both her panties and my underwear, is scorching, and I groan at the contact, gripping her hips to move her up and down my cock, rubbing myself with her.

Hope throws her head back, her nails digging into my bare chest. “Keep doing that,” she pleads.

She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I push and pull her along my shaft, dragging her clit over me so she gets the friction she wants. Normally, I’d wish I were truly inside her, but watching Hope lose control from this is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen, and it’s enough to take me to the edge. In minutes, I’m fighting to hold on as her hips start to buck and she seizes control of the pace, taking what she needs.

I move my hands up her body, under her shirt, to pluck her nipples. I could take the shirt off her, but there’s something primal about her wearing my band name across her chest while getting off on me. Even though she doesn’t know the significance of the shirt, it feels like a claim in a dark way I should probably examine. Like with a therapist, though I never will.

“Come on me, Hope. Use me to get off.”

Her eyes flutter closed as her panting breaths become a cry. “Yes, now—” Hope’s body goes tight as a guitar string, and then she full-body shudders as spasms rack through her. She sags over me, and I take her mouth fiercely, wanting to swallow her sounds of pleasure as I move her hips for both of us, helping her ride it out as long as possible.

“Ohmagawd,” she mumbles, blissed out.

I roll us, putting her back to the bed before I crawl down, centering my shoulders beneath her knees and nuzzling my nose along her inner thigh. I can smell her arousal, and fuck, I want to taste her. “Still want me to kiss your pussy, Hope?” I look up her body to find her peering down at me hungrily. Her lips are parted, her chest rising and falling, and she nods, giving me permission.

This is a big deal to her. It’s a big deal to me too. It’s the first time I’m going to discover her heaven.

I push her soaked panties to the side, revealing her pussy. She’s bare, probably freshly waxed for her wedding, and flushed a deep pink from rubbing on me. “So fucking pretty, Hope.”

When I trace a gentle finger over her outer lips, goose bumps pop up on her legs. She’s so responsive. This is going to be fun. Hope’slearning about herself in so many ways, and this is one way I can definitely be of use.

“Tell me what you like, what you want.” I meet her gaze, but she stays quiet, her jagged breathing the only answer.

Keeping our eyes locked, I dip a finger into the wetness at her opening and spread it up to her clit, circling it slowly. Her brows knit together as she nods.

“Good girl.”

I press a kiss right on her clit. Another nod.

I lick her with the tip of my tongue, getting a hint of her taste. “Mmm,” I moan, and she whimpers, nodding stiffly. I slip my tongue inside her, wanting more of her sweetness. “Fucking delicious.”

“Please—” she cries.

“Please what, Hope? Tell me. Anything,” I say roughly. I’m on edge, wanting to attack her with pleasure, but I don’t want to go too hard, too fast, too soon. Fuck, I could scare her with all the filthy things I want to do to her ... with her.

“Fingers. Mouth,” she gasps, arching her pussy up to my face to explain where she wants me.

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