Page 131 of Stealing Sunshine

“Let me see you, Bryce. All of you,” I beg.

She drags her mouth across my cheek and down beneath my jaw, sucking the skin. I sigh in pleasure and bare my neck. Her fingers slip between our bodies and find my nipples, brushing and tugging at them.

“If I take my clothes off, I’m not letting you leave this room tonight. You’ll be coming all over my sheets and sleeping beside me on top of them.”

“Yes. Do that.”

Her chuckle is pure sin. “Okay, baby.”

I nearly reach out to pull her back to me when she pushes backward and steps off the bed. It’s a miracle I can even keep myself pinned down on the bed and not tear across it to be the one to take her clothes off.

She removes her jeans first, the material tight enough around her thighs that she has to wiggle them down to her ankles. The black thong cupping her pussy is next. It disappears into her jeans.

In only a cropped black tee with Nirvana written across it in vintage writing, she stands so confidently before me that it’s like a blast to the face. Bryce is the most gorgeous woman I have ever laid eyes on, and right now, like this, I know exactly how lucky I am to be the one in her bed. To have her want me in it.

A myriad of colours and designs are scattered over her legs, groin, and midriff. Some of them I’ve discovered, have touched and kissed. But there are so, so many more to explore.

“I haven’t seen your very first tattoo yet,” I whisper.

She doesn’t answer with words. In a blink, she’s begunsliding her shirt up her body and over her chest. Discarded, it joins the rest of her clothes on the floor.

I suck in a hot breath of air. It may not be the first time I’ve seen her shirtless, but it feels like it. I didn’t give her the proper attention that first day, and I’m ready to spend the next several begging for forgiveness for my mistake.

“You’re gorgeous,” I declare softly.

A deep pink colour spreads across her high, round breasts. It’s so similar to the rosy shade of her nipples as they tighten, becoming hard peaks accentuated by black jewellery.

I cut off my next inhale when I notice the small tattoo I hadn’t in her old bathroom or the photo in her bedroom. The middle finger shaded in purple, pink, and blue inked into the soft skin beneath her left nipple.

“Thank you, Sunshine,” she all but purrs, climbing back onto the bed to straddle my thigh.

My lips spread in a happy, lazy smile when her body weight returns. I run my hands up her sides and then down around her back. She’s so smooth and warm and curved in all the right places. I’m lost to how right she feels beneath my hands and how addictive it is to touch her like this.

“Let me please you,” I whisper before licking a stripe up the side of her throat. “Let me earn my forgiveness.”

She moans, dragging her breasts against mine and then upward until a cool, pink-tipped nipple brushes my lips.

“Open,” she commands.

I part my lips and take her nipple into my mouth. Circling it with my tongue, I listen for every slight sound that escapes her, letting them guide me. When I graze the sensitive peak with my teeth and tug at the piercing, she rocks forward, and wet, hot skin glides along my thigh.

“Bite it. Gently,” she breathes out.

I follow her instructions, and she grips the blanket beside my head before grinding down on my leg. An exhaled whimperescapes her gaped mouth, and she continues to ride me, slicking my thigh in her arousal.

Acting out of impulse, I take her breasts into my hands and squeeze gently. I pinch her second nipple before rolling it between my fingertips, careful of the metal hoop.

The ball at the centre of her clit piercing is prominent with every roll of her hips, and I imagine it’s pressing right against her most sensitive spot.

My lips tingle when I pull them from her nipple and shift to lick the other one. “What does it feel like to grind your pussy against me with the piercing?”

Her eyes flash, but her words are weak, breathy. “Extra stimulation.”

“I want to feel it against my tongue again.”

“Not yet.”

She shifts, feeding her nipple into my mouth to distract me. The first glide of her fingers through my slit forces her breast from my mouth.

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