Page 16 of Kissed and Missed

“Specifics are important,” I grunt, and the warmth of her body bleeding into mine has my cock hardening once again. In my arms, Honor hums, and I can tell by the way she presses closer with a mischievous smile, that she knows exactly what she’s doing to me, and loves it.

God, I missed her.

The empirical, reasonable part of me—the part I believed to be firmly in control until quite recently—wants to dismiss the thought as soon as it occurs to me. In my previous relationships, I was the career focused, emotionally unavailable one, but it’s not like that with Honor. This woman is making me do and feel things I didn’t know were possible, and in my gut, I know this is no fling. I wouldn’t be here if it was.

My pulse is racing as I lean down to kiss her again, deep and searching. I was telling the truth when I said this wasn’t why I came here, but damn me if I’m not thrilled. There’s only so many times a man can jerk off to a woman he hasn’t seen naked before he actually loses his mind.

Honor sucks in a startled breath when I stoop to grip the back of her thighs and lift her into my arms. Automatically, her legs lock around my waist, and we exchange a dazed, hungry look before we dive for each other again.

Truthfully, I barely glanced at the suite when I checked in, too preoccupied with Honor’s imminent arrival. Now that she’s here, wrapped around me, her lips working frantically with mine, I regret it.

I need her in my bed. Now.

“Julian,please,” Honor whimpers, grinding her pussy against my abdomen, desperate for friction as I shove open a door that turns out to be a closet.How big is this fucking place?

My growl of frustration turns to a groan when my girl pulls my face back around, greedy for more. Distracted, I turn, pressing her into the wall as we exchange hot, open-mouthed kisses. This isn’t enough, though, and, palming her ass, I pull back. Panting, I look around, and my heart leaps when I spot an open doorway at the end of the hall, and beyond it, the corner of plush, rich-blue bedding.

I turn us toward it, striding over the glossy wood floors. “Are you sure?” I rasp when we stop beside the bed. As I release her, Honor falls back onto the mattress with a gasp, her golden hair laying loose and wild over the dark comforter, thighs spread.

She gazes up at me from beneath long eyelashes, a pretty pink flush spreading over her cheeks. “I should be asking you that.”

A dark laugh rumbles in my chest as I move forward to kneel between her legs. “Oh, I’m sure.”

Holding her eyes with my own, I reach down, deftly unbuttoning her pants. Fabric rustles as she lifts her hips, allowing me to pull them down her legs as she wrestles with her sweater. Then, the garments are gone, and I’m staring down atthe woman I’ve been dreaming about for weeks in only her bra and panties.

“Fuck. You’re so pretty, baby.” I groan, dizzy with the new freedom to touch her however I want. My cock, already painfully hard, throbs against my fly as I run my hands over the outside of her thighs, struggling to decide where to begin.

Honor sighs, shifting restlessly beneath me. “Julian,” she pleads. “I really need you to touch me now.”

Yes, ma’am.

“Do you need me here?” I murmur, reaching between her legs to cup her pussy through the damp cotton of her panties. Even through the material, I can feel how wet she is, how hot, and with weeks of fantasies about her, I have no shortage of ideas on what I’m going to do about it.

Honor nods, her lips parting in a quiet moan as I grind the heel of my palm against her clit, giving her some of the pressure she needs. In the back of my mind, I know I’m on the verge of losing control. From the moment I found her on my doorstep, I’ve wanted this—craved it. Now she’s nearly naked, spread out beneath me, grinding her hot cunt on my hand, and I’m damn near beside myself.

With a low curse, I lean over her body, kissing the hollow between her breasts, and reach up to rip the material aside, letting me see her plump, pale tits, tipped in pink.

Honor’s fingers tangle in my hair, and she lets out a long, decadent moan as I take one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking and nibbling the tender flesh. “Do you still want me to fuck you?” I ask with a low groan, switching to the other side.

The hands in my hair tighten as Honor’s back bows off the bed, a ragged sob coming from above my head. “Yes,” she half laughs, half cries, and I know I’m not the only one edging toward being too far gone.

I must be a bastard after all, because when I sit back, pulling my shirt over my head as Honor struggles with my belt, no part of me feels guilty. There isn’t a question in my mind that she wants this as desperately as I do. As long as I live, I know I’ll never be able to disappoint this woman. If she wants me, she can have me.

“Take it out,” I grunt, watching, entranced, as she obeys, her fingers finding the waistband of my briefs. It takes only seconds for her to pull them down, and I feel a dark thrill at the quiet gasp that comes when my cock falls into the space between our bodies. I’m painfully swollen, my tip already slick, and my balls heavy with the cum I want to paint her pretty tits with.

Electricity shoots up my spine as Honor’s small, soft hand finds my base, stroking me tentatively. I rock into her touch, loving the way her thighs inch further apart, instinctively making room for me.

“Do you feel empty, Honor?” I ask gruffly, cataloging the way her lips part and a pink flush crawls over her chest at my crude words. “Do you need to be filled up?”

Honor nods, her tongue darting out to wet her kiss-swollen lips. “I want it,” she pants, gripping me tighter as she loses herself in the moment.

A low groan rumbles in my chest as I fall forward over her, meeting her lips in a deep, searching kiss. She releases my cock as her legs wrap around my waist, and I allow her to drag me closer until my erection is pressed snug against her pussy, separated by a flimsy, damp pair of panties.

I thrust against her, setting a slow, decadent rhythm that has her bucking and moaning in seconds.

“That’s my girl,” I hiss, ripping myself away from our kiss so I can look between us at the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. “Is that horny little pussy ready for me?”

Honor lets out a noise somewhere between a laugh and a groan. “I’ve been getting myself ready for six weeks, Julian. Please?—”

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