Page 27 of Daring Destiny

I don’t justwanther in my life, Ineedher.

As much as I want to believe she feels the same, I can’t shake the doubt. She had a bad day. Maybe this was her way to escape. To find comfort. I’ve got to be careful not to read into this. Careful not to let myself believe this means something to her too.

You’ve made that mistake before.

I press a kiss on the top of her head, my heart pounding in my chest. “You doing okay?”

“Yeah.” Her affirmation comes out soft, almost hesitant.

I don’t want to push her or put pressure on what happened. At the same time, we can’t ignore we’ve been intimate. “You know,” I try to keep my tone light, “I’ve thought about us being together like this for a while now.”

“You have?” She tilts her head up slightly, meeting my gaze.

There’s something so vulnerable in her voice, it makes my chest tighten. Before we have sex, I’d like to define who we are to each other, but instead, I focus on the feel of her next to me. The way her breathing has slowed. The quiet peace between us.

Even though I don’t know where we’ll go from here, I know one thing for sure—I want to be here with her so I’m going to continue to take the lead. “Yes, this is where I want to be.”

I kiss her and find I’m instantly in tune with her every subtle reaction. It’s like something’s clicked deep in my brain and I’m able to help her unleash her most raw, vulnerable, sexual side. I’ve never experienced anything like it.

I take off her top and bra, noting how her body responds to each touch. Methodically, I catalog what makes her cry out. Moan. What draws a quiet gasp.

We’re both ready. Our bodies are like two puzzle pieces that must snap into place. There’s no hesitation left—just a shared need neither of us can ignore.

“B, I want you,” Astrid murmurs against my mouth, her hand encasing the bulge in my jeans. “I’ve wanted this for ages.”

Fuck, yeah. I’m going to love her all night long.

“I want to make you feel better than you’ve ever imagined.” I trace her light-pink nipples with my finger until they both pucker. Fascinated they’re exactly the color I imagined all these years. “I want to hear those sexy moans you made when I finger-fucked you. I want you to cry out with pleasure when I’m buried balls-deep inside you.”

Astrid’s eyes are squeezed shut. “I didn’t dare hope you were a dirty talker.”

“You like it?” I can’t help but chuckle.

She shifts to unbuckle my belt. “You have no idea how much it turns me on.”

“Take off the rest of your clothes.” I roll over onto my back.

Astrid looks at me with surprise. “What?”

“I’d like you to be naked when I hold your legs down and feast on your pussy.” I sit up and pull off my T-shirt. “Then, I want to suck on those delicious nipples when I bury my cock into your hot, wet pussy.”

Astrid’s expression is priceless. Utter confusion. “Um…”

“I like control when I fuck.” I shrug and stand up. Kick off my shoes and unbutton and unzip my jeans, but keep on my briefs. Astrid hasn’t moved, but I can tell she’s into it because her nipples are puckered painfully tight. “Is this okay with you?”

She unzips her skirt and yanks it down. Her voice is raspy with lust. “Jesus, B. Bring it on.”

“You got it.” I grip her ankles, yank her to the edge of the bed and press her legs up and out.

Astrid watches me kneel before her and kiss across her chest, deliberately avoiding her tight nipples. She moans and tries to shimmy closer, but I shoot her a look and she bites her lip. Hard.

“Good girl.” I kiss and nuzzle her belly button as I hook my fingers into her thong and pull it down her hips and legs and throw it to the floor.

Holy shit, she’s laid out before me like a feast. Her bare pussy lips are swollen from my fingers and she’s glistening with arousal. Her essence is intoxicating. I nestle between her thighs, admire the way her little clit pokes out for me. Initially, Astrid tenses at my inspection, then settles with her hands splayed out to her sides, clutching at the mattress.

“Your clit is magnificent.” I trace a circle with my fingertip around the tight little nub.

She gasps and squirms. “God. I’m dying here, seriously.”

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