Page 19 of Moments in Ink

“Let me do the same for you.”

“Anything,” she whispered, and I wished that was the case. It wasn’t. This was only for one night. And I would be fine with that. I didn’t need anything more.

I moved my gaze from hers, afraid that she would see something in my eyes that would scare us both.

I reached up to the collar of Meredith’s shirt and slid my hands down to smooth it.

“I like this shirt. I should have complimented you on it before, but I got distracted by your eyes and your hair and your smile and the way you talked.” I was rambling, and I wasn’t sure that I liked it.

“And I should have mentioned the fact that I had a wonderful time tonight, including having my mouth on your heat. But I got distracted by the dress.”

“Okay, then,” I whispered, my breath coming in pants. And then with my gaze on hers, I slowly unbuttoned her shirt.

She wore a lacy white bra underneath, one that made her skin look tan and lickable.

“This is what I wanted to see,” I said, a grin on my face. “Well, I do feel like I’m a present being unwrapped on my birthday.”

“Should I make a birthday suit joke about presents, or should I get on with the kissing?”

“Please, for the love of God, get with the kissing.”

I leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss between her breasts, and she moaned. The shirt fell to the floor, and I worked on her pants, both of us falling out of our shoes. And then my dress was on the floor beside us, and I was waiting for more.

“Yay for white lace panties,” I said.

“Well, I was thinking of going gray, but then it would have shown through the shirt, and I didn’t feel like wearing an undershirt.”

Nowshewas the one rambling.

“I don’t mind,” I said before pressing my lips to the lace over her mound.

She moaned, tugging at my hair, and I looked up, grinning.

“On the bed,” she ordered.

“I thought you said I could be in charge this time.”

“I lied. We can share.”

And then she used that incredibly beautiful strength of hers and lifted me up, practically tossing me onto the bed.

She reached around her back, undid her bra, and shoved her panties down. I laughed before practically swallowing my tongue at the sight of her dark red nipples, hard little buds on her very delicious breasts.

“Well, then,” I whispered. And then she was over me, her lips on mine, her hands roaming down my body.

We played with each other’s breasts, pressing them together, licking and sucking. She was on her side, and I was practically on top of her, nipping and wanton, my thigh in between hers.

I rubbed my leg along her wetness, using the friction to make her pant.

“Oh my God,” she whispered.

“You can call me Zia,” I said with a laugh. And then she wrapped her hand around my throat, forcing my face to hers, and kissed me hard. I increased the friction of my thigh.

When I slid my hand over her stomach and in between her legs to play with her clit and her heat, she shook before coming hard, the rapture of bliss on her face something I would never forget.

We kept kissing, playing, both of us watching our faces as we made each other come. We could barely catch our breath, both of us hot and needing.

When I ached, needing more, she slid her thigh along my heat, the friction enough to make me erupt.

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