Page 20 of Fragments of the Past

She blushes. I take her face in my palms and sweep my tongue into her mouth. She reaches for the hem of my shirt, untucking it from the waistband of my pants. Our clothes shed and fall on the floor. Rae Lee scampers towards the headboard. She crooks her finger with a teasing smile, beckoning me to join her.

I clutch her ankle instead and drag her back to the edge. We aren’t strangers to one another’s bodies, but I haven’t gotten the chance to see Rae Lee naked, and here she is laid before me. I intend to soak her in.

“Anson, please don’t make me beg for your cock.” Her left hands glides up, circling around her breast. Plucking a pert little nipple that’s begging for attention.

Her knees fall apart and her pussy glistens, tempting me.

“I won’t.” I’ve wanted a taste of Rae for weeks. When I’m done eating her out, she won’t have the ability to string together two words, let alone beg.

I take a knee, batting Rae Lee’s wandering hand as her fingers attempt to massage her clit. It’s mine. Mine to tease. Her body is finally my playground to play at as I please.

I brace my palms on the soft skin of her thighs, spreading her legs farther apart. I want to see all of her. My tongue slides into her hot, wet folds with a leisurely lick. A moan escapes Rae’s lips. Her hips lift from the mattress and her finger curls around my ear as I lap her sweet juices.

I notch two fingertips, nudging her entrance but not pushing in. My thumb circles her clit. My tongue rasps a hairsbreadth from the swollen pink bundle of nerves, driving her mad with anticipation.

“Please, sto—p,” she stutters, reaching one hand to her head. The other grasps the back of my neck. Her fingernails dig into my scalp, trying to push my face closer to her cunt to stop the torture.

I laugh. I want Rae on tenterhooks. I’m rewarded with her keening squeals when my fingers curl inside of her and her hips buck. My cock throbs, craving its chance. I wrap my hand around my dick, pumping slowly while Rae Lee chases each sensation as I suck and finger fuck her.

Rae Lee has a beautiful mouth. If I blow my load bringing her to the edge, I have no doubt rebounding won’t take long. Hell, since we met, I’ve hardly fisted myself in the shower without getting hard a second time thinking about her lips wrapped around my length. It’s gotten so bad, sometimes I need an immediate encore after toweling off.

Feeling her inner walls tightening, I stand and drag my cock through her wetness. I bend her knees to her chest and collapse on top of her, thrusting into her tight, slick channel and working her body higher until it vibrates.

Unable to catch her breath, Rae squeaks tiny syllables of incomplete words.Yes. More. Please. God. Harder. Fuck me.She gasps clawing at my back, seeking her release.

I have her where I want her. The rhythm of our hips matches thrust for thrust. When I can’t hold off any longer—when her orgasm overtakes every molecule in her body and it grabs hold of me like a vice—my balls tighten and my vision blurs. I spill into her, envisioning taking her like this over and over.

Deep in my chest, I’m positive there’s something about this woman I won’t ever get enough of.

And then Rae says the single word I wanted to hear most tonight…

Again.

Chapter Ten

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ANSON

Rae Lee plays with my St Rita medal, pressing it to my lips. “Kiss it for good luck.”

The sun has just risen. Light filters through the seams between the windowsills and the shades. We’re lying on our sides, talking quietly and lounging in her bed.

My lips push against the medal until she drops it, and then I kiss Rae Lee’s nose. I haven’t told her that I need all the luck I can get today. It feels like she already knows.

“I have to go soon.” I run a finger over the swell of her breast.

I don’t promise to call. I will. Or say that we’ll see one another again later this week. That’ll happen too. Except we’ve invested a lot of energy into finding Pearl Tatton and work has to come first.

Rae Lee nods, pressing her lips to my stubbled chin.

Eventually, I’ll make a dumb guy move. We’ll exchange words. Maybe she’ll forgive me for whatever it is that I do. Maybe she won’t. Maybe I’ll be a pigheaded bastard and Rae Lee will dig her heels in and whatever we’re starting will fall the fuck apart.

But right now, Rae Lee innately understands that what I need most is her patience.

I wish I could tell her how important today is to the case. Instead, I tuck a wayward lock of blonde hair behind her ear and tell her how beautiful she is. I’m graced with a soft thank you and a blush.

It was the blush I’d been going for. I found out that Rae Lee’s light complexion makes her skin heat and she pinkens all over. Every possible way to make her blush is something I plan to thoroughly investigate next time we’re together. Preferably naked.

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