Page 17 of My Grumpy Valentine

“Pen, you’ve got no idea how many times I’ve come thinking about this body of yours.” Squeezing her thigh, I sigh. “Or how many times I’ve imagined what it would feel like to have you on top, riding my cock. Trust me, I fucking love this change. Look at me; I’m barely recognizable. I did that shit on purpose to keep people away. Yet, you look at me like you can still see the man beneath.”

“I’ve always thought you were handsome, Asher.” She lifts her shirt a little higher and reveals her navel in which I waste no time kissing. After she sighs, goosebumps prickle up against my mouth. “The beard is a good look, I promise. It’s just, you’re sexy, and I’m…”

“Am I going to have to prove to you how much you’re killing me?” Frowning at her way of thinking, I start to crawl up her body. Since she’s not letting me see what’s beneath, I’m dragging her shirt up with my movement. Thanks to my interference, it takes no time before the hem of her shirt is bundled at her chin, revealing a set of round tits that could make any man go insane after only one look. “Fuck.”

Lifting up on my elbows, I run a hand down my face as I look at the matching hardened nipples. Like I’m trying to decide which one I want to taste first, I run my tongue along the left one. She says one thing, but her body betrays her as her back aches.

She might be hesitant, but her body wants my touch. To show her I’m in the same state, I grind against her pussy. Not giving a damn if she soaks the front of my fly, we moan in unison as the friction tests even my limits.

I want inside. Fuck, I want to flip her onto her hands and knees and shove my cock so deep into her that she’ll feel me inside for days.

“Can you feel that?” Pressing my weight down further against her, I hiss as I risk carving a zig-zag imprint along the length of my erection. “You did that, Pen. You and this fucking body.”

I’ll tell her as many times as she needs it. Even if I’m busy kissing her breasts or sucking her nipples into my mouth, I’ll find the time to remind her.

Helping her get rid of her shirt, I pull away long enough to tear mine off my shoulders. Can’t let her be the only one naked here.

“I want inside, sweetness. Want these thighs wrapped around my hips.” I can’t stop touching her. My fingers drag against every inch of her. “Don’t have a condom, though. Haven’t needed one in all this time. I haven’t been with a woman since I left, Pen. None of them ever came close.”

Her hands find my cheeks, and she pulls me up to her mouth. Getting lost in another kiss, her breath tickles my lips. “It’s okay. It’s you, Asher. It’s okay.”

Words have never sounded so sweet in my life. As I lift back against my heels, she makes sure to reach out and graze my stomach. Eating me up with her eyes alone, I watch as her tongue swipes against her bottom lip.

Next time, I’ll let her lick me all over if she wants a taste. If she gets her mouth anywhere near my cock, I’ll blow seconds in without a second doubt. Not wanting to ruin this for either of us, we’ll save it for a time when I don’t feel like I’m going to explode from just a few kisses.

Getting off the bed, my legs feel off. A little wobble to them, like they don’t know how to work. Just more proof of how much this woman is different from the rest.

Love has the power to truly upend a man, causing him to doubt everything he understands and turn his world on its head. That’s exactly what this beautiful person has done to me from the very beginning.

As I undo my jeans and shove them and my boxer down, the air nips at my burning hot arousal.

For just a tiny moment, a thought I’ve never had in my life crosses my mind.

What if Pen doesn’t like what she sees? What if she doesn’t want me? She might think I’ve got a good looking face, but there is still so much of my body she’s yet to see.

Okay, yeah. I get where she’s coming from now.

Those thoughts get marked as completely ridiculous when I see this woman panting as she stares at my cock. Just when I think I can’t get any harder, I do. Might as well be dripping at this point.

“Don’t even think about getting your hands on me. I know that look.” Grinning, I watch her eyes flick up the length of my body. Her fingers curl against the blanket to stop any temptation. Nodding her head, she parts her pretty thighs even more.

“How much longer are you going to make me wait, then?” Her words come out wobbly with a layer of anticipation.

“Not another minute.” I can’t wait much longer, either. I need in before something decides to try to interrupt this. With my luck, I’m sure anything could happen.

Getting back on the bed, she giggles at my eagerness. That giggle dies once I’m crowding her against the mattress and devouring the sound from her lips. As our mouths distract the other, I shove a hand between our bodies and grip my cock. One squeeze is enough to make me curse.

“Hurry,” she whines as her hips lift. “Please, Asher.”

“What am I going to do with you?” Groaning against her throat, I waste no more time lining our bodies up. Hearing her whine is another blow to my reluctance to hold back.

Grazing her wet slit with my tip, I lean up to get a good look at her. With lust clouding over her gaze and swollen lips looking so welcoming, I can’t help but feel like I’m the luckiest bastard alive.

Staring directly into her eyes, I thrust forward and watch the way her expression unravels. One swift motion is all it takes before I’m completely buried.

This must be what paradise feels like, because I never want to leave.

“You feel so good.” Groaning the words, I pull back out halfway and feel the suction she’s got on me. “So fucking tight.”

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