Page 80 of Unlikely You

“Fuck, I just want to stare at you for hours, but I also want to see your skin. Nothing could be more beautiful than that.”

“Mmmm, I agree. Which is why I want to see you too.” She pulled at my belt loop. Right. I still had my pants on.

Honey hopped up on the bed and spread her legs, crooking her finger at me.

“Come here, baby.” I did like her calling me that. It gave me a rush of something that felt really damn good.

“Let me see that ass,” she said, shoving her hands between my jeans and my underwear and squeezing my ass cheeks.

“Fuccckkkkkk,” I said, drawing the word out.

“That’s the idea,” she said, and then she licked the side of my neck before biting down gently. A whimpering sound I’d never made before echoed in my throat. She was turning me inside out already.

Honey sucked on my neck the way she’d told me she wanted to and then dragged my earlobe through her teeth before nipping it.

What was I supposed to be doing? My brain had short circuited.

“Pants, babe,” she said. Right. Pants.

Somehow, I struggled my way out of my pants and didn’t fall over in the process. Success.

“You aren’t real,” Honey said, leaning back and using her hands to prop herself up.

“Youaren’t real,” I fired back, stepping between her legs and pressing myself into her body. I stroked my fingers through her hair as she gazed up at me with trust in her eyes.

“I think I should have a safe word too,” I told her.

She nodded. “Okay. Pick something easy you know you’ll remember.”

Thinking about a safe word was difficult with her sitting in front of me looking so delicious, but I latched onto the first thing that came to mind.

“Mel,” I told her. I wasn’t likely to call her that or use it by accident.

“Mel,” she said, stroking my arms. “That’s perfect. And mine is sting.”

“Sting,” I said, committing it to memory.

Honey nodded. “Good. Can I kiss you, Bren?”

She could always kiss me.

“Yes,” I said.

She reached for my face and pulled me toward her body and onto the bed. I crawled atop her as she slid back and rested on my pillows.

“Mmmm, I like the way you feel on top of me,” Honey said between kisses as I ran my hand along her curves, squeezing here and there. I couldn’t wait to fill my hands with her.

“Will you take everything else off for me? Please?” The begging in my voice should have been embarrassing, but it wasn’t. Honey just smiled up at me and put a hand on my chest so she could sit up and undo the clasp of her bra and pull it off. She dropped it onto the floor and then looked down at her bottoms, lifting her hips and wiggling.

“Help me out?”

I was more than happy to.

“Oh, Honey,” I breathed when she was laid out on my bed, fully naked. A feast of warm lightly tanned skin and soft dimples and rolls of goodness I wanted to sink my teeth and fingers into.

“You’re beautiful.” I looked up into her face to find her giving me an unfathomable look.

“You’re beautiful too, Bren,” She reached up and stroked the side of my face and I was momentarily lost in her touch.

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