Page 16 of My Grumpy Valentine

Nights spent in an oversized bed, waking to the coolness of the other side as a constant reminder.

How the times have changed. Now I’ve got her pinned and squirming beneath my body, looking like she hasn’t gotten a satisfying cock in ages. Well, I’m ready to give her everything she needs.

I’ve officially gone crazy. Crazy for this woman.

Now that we’re here and have gotten this far, I don’t have the strength to pull away. No way in hell.

The next moan to leave her lips as I kiss her collarbone is like music to my ears. After going so long untouched, she’sso sensitive. Can she hear how she sounds as she becomes unraveled?

I won’t call her out—not if it means embarrassing her to the point that she tries to keep all these delicious sounds to herself.

Her body writhes beneath mine as my kisses begin to lower. As much as I want to take my sweet time and appreciate the first time we’re together, my patience is already running thin.

Years have gone by, and I’ve eagerly awaited this moment. I can’t let another second slip by without knowing what she tastes like.

Sucking in a quick breath, her hips jerk when my lips reach the curve of her hips. As I feel her fingers run through my hair, I’m happy to see we’re both on the same page here. She knows what’s coming. When I lift my gaze to meet her eyes, my poor cock turns to stone. Not even the mattress can offer the kind of comfort I need.

The heat packed behind those emerald-colored eyes, paired with her dark pink cheeks, is a sight that will haunt me from this point forward.

She wants me just as much as I want her. To think I would’ve never thought the day would come.

Another time, I’ll relish in the revelation. For now, my mouth won’t stop watering.

Desperate to sate this hunger, I pull at her pants. A pair of pink sweats cling to her thighs, and the fabric stands no match for my tugging. Like they’re meant to be removed, they take little to no effort to slide down past her knees. Her body is so fucking warm, I just want to bury myself inside and never leave.

The intense ache in my cock confirms that my body is fully onboard with the idea.

“Oh!” She gasps and tries to cover her pair of underwear. “I was not expecting this, believe it or not.” She frowns when I tryto brush her hand to the side. “Asher, I’m not exactly wearing the sexiest–”

“Don’t care,” I assure her before she can start thinking up reasons to stop this from happening. “I love you exactly the way you are.”

Fuck, it feels good to say that out loud. I’m going to have to start repeating the phase every hour to catch up on all the time spent holding it in.

Penelope pulls away only to cover her face. She gets flushed so easily. It’s adorable. Her movement helps reveal the gray and white stripe design on her underwear.

I swear I lose years of my life when I see the damp patch growing against the thin strip covering her pussy. A little touching is all it takes to get her worked up, huh?

How long will she last once I get my tongue buried deep inside her cunt? Licking and lapping until she’s ready to draw in complaints from her near neighbors. With only one way to find out, I soak in the sound of her groan as I run my thumb down the slit of her sex. Hooking the edge of the strip, I push it aside and choke on a groan.

My head spins at the sight before me. Glistening pink folds make my mouth water. Looking prettier than I could’ve ever imagined, I debate wasting time by peeling her underwear off or just tasting her now. Having already tested my strength enough, I don’t take long to decide my answer.

“Asher!” As my name catches in her throat, her body curls as my tongue flattens against her clit. The little nub is swollen and hot to the touch. Hardly a graze, and she’s lifting her hips and pulling at my hair.

This woman can grind her pussy all over my face and suffocate me, and I’d die a happy man.

“When we’re together, you can’t keep all this to yourself, Pen.” Even now, it feels like a crime to have so much time passwithout knowing something so perfect exists. “To think all this time, you’ve been so greedy.”

She tries to laugh, but the moan that leaves her lips disrupts the sound. Morphing into another groan, her thighs tremble as they both brush my cheeks.

“I don’t think so. Now’s not the time to get shy on me.” Pulling away for all but a few seconds, I peel the underwear away from her body so they don’t get in my way. “Why don’t you save us both some time and show me what else you’ve been hiding?”

Palming her legs, I push them against the mattress to spread her open wide. Trying not to get lost in the view, I lick her juices off my lips as I watch her hands drift over to the front of her shirt. So loose and baggy, I can only imagine what is beneath. From the twin peaks poking against the fabric, I know damn well she doesn’t have a bra on.

She clutches her shirt, barely letting me see anything more than the curve of her stomach. Her breathing is growing heavier, more with unease.

“Um, so like you, I’m sure you’re able to see that we’ve both changed over the years.” Chewing on her plump bottom lip, she squirms. “I’m not exactly the way I used to be, you know?”

Yeah, she’s curvier than she was seven years ago. A few pounds mean nothing to me. She’s still the same woman I fell for at first sight. Fuck, I’ve never met a woman with such a gorgeous body before.

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