Page 26 of Loaded Laces

“Come here,” she whispers when I hesitate at the side of the bed.

“You sure?” I whisper back.

“West?”

I touch her cheek. “Yeah, baby?”

“I like you too,” she murmurs, referencing our conversation from the other day as she reaches for me, drawing me down over her. “Somuch. And I like what we’re doing and…I want more.”

My heart rolls over in my chest.

“I want you.”

“Baby.” It’s gravel. It’s barely discernible.

“I wanteverything.”

“Belle.”

I know she gets it—how much that means to me, how much I want that, want her—because she smiles, lifts up onto her elbows and says, “All of which means that now you get to show me all the things you’ve learned over the last decade.”

I grin.

Then I take her up on that challenge.

I kiss her again, but this time I pair it with slipping my hand beneath her blouse, trailing it along soft skin, drawing it up. I pair it with dragging my mouth down her throat, undoing the buttons of her shirt, parting the material, exposing her to me.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I groan.

Her mouth hitches up as I kiss my way toward her breasts. “I’m not sixteen anymore.”

I flick open the front clasp of her bra, bury my face in her tits. “You also didn’t havethesea decade ago.”

Her breath catches and I don’t waste any more time talking.

I kiss my way over to one taut nipple, suck deeply, rolling the sensitive bud on my tongue, massage the lush tit that’s driven me crazy over the last two months. I listen to her moans, her shuddering breaths, the sexy movements of her hips and body to learn what she likes today.

It’s things she liked in the past?—

And it’s more.

My teeth on her skin, my fingers trailing over her flesh then flicking open the button on her slacks, dipping beneath the waistband, beneath her underwear, sliding into slick folds.

“Wet,” I growl, moving down her body, dragging off her pants, her underwear. “Mine.”

Then I toss her legs over my shoulders and I get down to showing her all the skills I’ve acquired over the years. I fuck her with my tongue, with my fingers, suck and lick her clit. I find all the spots that make her moan and I slowly drive her up…

And then over the edge.

“West!” she cries out, her legs clenching around me, her hips bucking, her pussy clamping around my fingers.

Fuck, she’s beautiful.

Fuck, I want to taste her again.

But my dick is about to break in half.

So, this time I’m not slow or gentle as I wind her pleasure tighter and tighter, as I bring her closer and closer to the edge. She grinds her pussy against my mouth, her tits bouncing, her lungs working, her moans slowly driving me insane.

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