Page 74 of Books and Hookups

“Look,” she said, “it’s hard to shave these days. I’ve been too busy with work and my book to make a waxing appointment. So things might be a little wild down there.”

I quirked one side of my mouth. “I’m counting on it.”

I flipped up her skirt and sat back on my heels. I’d been so focused on her pussy that I’d almost forgotten about everything else. Seeing her belly under her clothes was one thing but seeing it bare was something else. It was round with purplish lines spidering across the golden skin on the sides.

As much as I wanted to admire her, I wasn’t here to make her uncomfortable. “Lie back,” I said.

She reclined toward the arm of the couch, keeping one leg hooked around my back so her legs were spread for me.

“Comfortable?” I asked.

She grasped my shoulder to pull herself up and repositioned a pillow under her back. “Now I am.”

“Good.” I drew my hands up the insides of her thighs until they met at her center. I watched her face as I explored her swollen labia and smeared her wetness over them. “Tell me if anything doesn’t feel good.”

She flung an arm over her eyes. “So far, so good.”

I continued caressing her, occasionally dipping a fingertip inside, teasing her until I had her squirming. “Danny,” she growled, “I need your dick.”

My dick was fully on board with that, straining in my jeans. “Not yet,” I said. I plunged my fingers inside her, curling them up and stroking her until I found the spot that made her legs stiffen, then I leaned forward and pressed my tongue to her clit.

She shouted my name, and her leg trembled on my shoulder. I stroked and licked her through it, soaking myself in her scent and taste, until she pressed my forehead.

“Enough,” she said, her voice rough.

I pulled out my fingers and sucked them clean. She tasted saltier than I remembered. But a lot of things were different now. Not only her swollen belly, but also how I felt about her. Sure, I’d totally crushed on her as someone sexy and unattainable, but now that I knew her better, my feelings had deepened. I wanted to stay beside her, supporting her, always.

I loved her. But did she feel the same?

I watched her heaving chest like I could see inside to her beating heart. She’d defended me to her parents tonight. She’d come to my family’s celebration and then to my birthday party. I knew she was conflicted about our age difference. But after spending her birthday with her, in front of her friends and my family, I suspected that this sex was different for her too, like it meant something to her. Even if it wasn’t love yet, she might be nudging closer to it.

I’d run with that. If my dick could make her happy in bed, maybe she’d discover she couldn’t live without the rest of me as well.

“I think we should move this to the bedroom,” I said, ducking under her leg and gently laying it on the couch. “You ready?” I held out a hand.

She grasped it. “My joints are all wonky these days. I think it’ll be easier for me to suck you off from on top than kneeling on the floor.”

I stood and supported her as she levered off the couch. “This isn’t an exchange. You’ve been on your feet all night, and you’re tired. If it’s okay with you, I’d rather fuck, then go to sleep.” I made it sound careless on purpose, like it was only about the fucking and not about the feelings straining in my chest.She isn’t ready.

I could almost see the struggle on her face to let go of her idea of fairness. Finally, she nodded. “That sounds fantastic.”

I led her to the bathroom in the hallway. “Need to stop here first?”

“Always.” She slipped into the bathroom and shut the door.

I washed my hands and face at the sink in the kitchen, then went into my bedroom and pulled back the sheets. I tugged off my shirt and tossed it into the hamper, then followed it with my jeans, socks, and underwear. Grabbing my dick, I gave it a rough stroke to relieve some of the building pressure.

“Fuck, that’s sexy,” Lucie said, leaning in the doorway.

“Yeah?” I did it again, squeezing at the base to keep myself from going off under her admiring gaze.

“Yeah. Don’t let this go to your head, but you have a pretty dick.”

“Pretty?” I looked down at it. It was just a dick, bigger than some, but not the biggest. Not as straight as others I’d seen.

She walked to me, bent at the waist, and kissed the head, slipping in a little tongue. My eyes rolled back. I forced myself to step backward. I wanted to save my release for later, when I held her in my arms.

“Can I help you with the zipper?” I asked.

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