Page 35 of Sparrow

While the one in the kitchen before dinner was intense and soft, this kiss is different. It’s full of desire, need, and wanting.

She parts her lips, allowing me access to that sweet tongue with mine, and when they touch, she shivers like her tongue is an erogenous zone for her.

“Fuck, Mills, you taste as good as I remember.”

She only answers with a moan and by wrapping her arms around my neck, pulling me as close to her as I can be, given our position.

I can feel her beaded nipples through her sundress, hard and begging for attention.

“Gray—” she moans, as she pushes me back and climbs onto my lap, one knee on either side.

I kiss her chest and up her neck. Over her pulse and up to her lips. Our bodies are taking over, moving of their own free will.

My cock is hard underneath her, only caged in by my boxers and denim. I know she feels it. The same as I can feel the heat from between her legs as she writhes against me.

“Ohhh. Please.”

She’s begging me to fuck her, and I want to. God, I want to more than anything, but she deserves better than a quick fuck on my sofa with Cadence right upstairs.

She deserves to be worshipped, and I have a feeling she hasn’t been in a very long time.

She reaches for my zipper and I utter the hardest words I’ve ever said in my life, “Mills, wait. Don’t.”

She leans back, clearly confused and hurt. Rejected even.

“You...You don’t? Oh.”

“What? No. Fuck, yes. I do. So badly, actually. If you can’t tell, I’m fucking aching for you, literally. But, sweetheart,” I cup her face in both of my hands, “I want this to be more than a fuck on my sofa, Mills. You’re more than that. I want to take my time with you.” I kiss her cheek. “I want to explore your body.” I kiss her neck. “I want to learn what makes you tick now that you’re a grown woman.” I kiss the corner of her mouth. “I want to make you come so hard that my name is forever etched into your skin.” And I finally kiss her lips.

“Fuck,” she says with a smile and rests her forehead on me.

“And Cadence is here. I have to factor that in.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I just got carried away.”

I plaster a cocky smirk to my face. “Never apologize for going after what you want, Mills, especially if it’s me.”

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