Page 33 of Love Grows

“Yes. Yes. Angel, I need?—”

I thrummed against her clit, then pressed my lips to her ear.

“You’ve been such a good girl. Would you like to come?”

Who the hell was I? This dominant, fully clothed being. This lover. I didn’t even know myself. But I liked it.

“Yes. Please,” Steph moaned, her breath coming in short gasps.

I held her there at the edge for one more flick, then I whispered, “Now.”

It was like a lightning bolt ignited Steph’s body. She shouted as she came, shuddering and grunting through her teeth. She clung to my shoulders, clutching at the fabric of my shirt as I eased her through her orgasm, soft push-pull movements with my fingers, the aftershocks rippling through her muscles. Finally, her eyes found mine and I smiled.

“You are so very, very gorgeous,” I murmured.

I received a soft smile in return.

“I thought we weren’t having this type of dessert yet,” Steph said, her eyes hazy with post-orgasmic bliss.

“I was greedy.”

She laughed, then raised an eyebrow. “I want just as much.”

Steph pushed up to deliver a scorching kiss, her tongue playing with mine, then, when I pulled back, breathless, I took in the sight of Steph resting on her elbows, legs splayed, muscles loose. Oh my.

My expression must have been a news bulletin because Steph giggled. “I need you and your clothes separated.” Then she sobered and sat up, turning to face me on the bed. “Oh! Unless, you know, you want to stay dressed. That’s totally?—”

I kissed her. “I have no idea at all why I’m still wearing clothes,” I whispered, and Steph giggled again.

I climbed off the bed and feeling emboldened by Steph’s gaze, undid the buttons on my shirt, pulling my arms from the sleeves, unzipping my jeans and slipping them off my legs, and over my feet. Socks, bra, and undies all went in record time, and suddenly I was nude. In all my glory.

Steph licked her lips, her body lying supine.

“Oh, Angel. You are gorgeous as well. Get on this bed right now,” she commanded with a grin, and her tone did things to my libido. Talk about revved up. Apparently I wasn’t the only one who became aroused with a bit of dominance and direct instruction.

She shuffled over and patted the space next to her. We faced each other and smiled. Then kissed. Then touched, drawing our fingertips in lazy lines over hips, dipping into waists, and up over the ribs in each other’s torsos. Finally, Steph circled one of my nipples, trailing her fingers around in ever widening circles until she cupped my breast.

“I think I’m in love with your boobs,” she stated matter of factly, and I laughed.

“They’re big enough to handle any type of love.” I looked down at her hand as she squeezed the shape of my breast.

“Lie down,” Steph said, gazing at me with her eyes dark with lust. I couldn’t say no. I rolled onto my back and Steph sat up then straddled my waist, leaning over to kiss me. My hands fluttered at her breasts, ribs, and settled on her upper thighs, my fingers splayed over her skin. Steph’s hair tickled my face, and I smiled into her kiss.

“You taste like vanilla and something exotic,” I said, kissing her quickly, both of us peppering each other with our lips.

Then Steph held my face in her hands. “Angel. Are you okay with me tasting you?”

Apparently, asking for permission to go down on me was an aphrodisiac because suddenly I was even more wet than I had been.

“Yes, please.” I held her gaze as she slithered down my body, stopping at my breasts, pushing them together so she could dart her tongue between the nipples. It was exquisite and my breathlessness was evident, because Steph looked up, tongue pointed, and deliberately slowed down, grinning wickedly as she tended to each nipple.

Bloody hell. So hot.

Then time stood still as Steph hovered over my pelvis, pushed my knees apart, and dived into my sex. She held on to my thighs, grabbing handfuls of my flesh.

I kept my head up to watch. I normally don’t like how my body looks all flattened out, with the soft rounded lower belly still there even lying down. But right then, it didn’t matter. How could I not look? A beautiful woman with eyes only for me was teasing me, tonguing me, sending me on the fast track to a thundering orgasm.Steph was unbelievably sexy. I was sexy. The whole situation was sexy as fuck.

And again Steph met my eyes, holding my gaze as she lightly flicked the tip of her tongue over the hood of my clit.A grunt-moan sort of noise forced itself out of my mouth. I couldn’t even get my bearings because Steph was licking, and sucking, and teasing, and it was all so much that I came like a runaway train.

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