Page 100 of Always Been Yours

She lifts the sweater to her nose and takes a big whiff. “It smells like you.”

As I watch her slip it over her head and crawl into the car, my phone starts ringing.

When I see Blake’s name across the screen, I immediately go into panicking parent mode. Taking a deep breath, I answer. “Hello?”

“Hiii, Dad!” Stella and Daisy’s voices ring through the speaker simultaneously.

“Hi, little ladies,” I greet them as I get into the driver’s seat and start the heater for Vivi. I can’t stop the smile that pulls against my lips as she scooches down in her seat and lifts her feet to the heater. I lean across the console and wrap both in one of my hands, hoping to help warm them. “I’m going to be there to get you soon. Is everything okay?”

“Yesss,” Daisy giggles.

“Can we stay the night with Auntie Blake and Uncle Adrian?” Stella cuts to the chase. “They’re having pizza and carvingpumpkins.”

“Pleeease, Daddy! Auntie Blake said it was okay,morethan okay actually!”

Laughing, I nod even though they can’t see me. “Yes, darling. You guys can stay with your aunt. Let me talk to her really quickly though. I love you.”

“Love you too!” They say at the same time before handing the phone to my chuckling sister. After a quick confirmation that she did in fact invite them to carve pumpkins, I make plans to pick them up in the morning and turn toward, who I hope, my plans now involve for the night.

I hang up the phone and give her feet one more squeeze before she drops them to the floor. Leaning my elbow on the console, I crowd her space until her breathing grows shallower and my lips are only a centimeter away from hers. “Stay the night with me, Genevieve.”

My lips find Vivi’s neck, and her head falls back with a moan. She insisted on getting to look around my house since we were in a rush the other night. I know she didn’t really need forty-five minutes to take everything in. Now she’s standing in front of the sliding glass doors, looking into my backyard. She’s playing a game—seeing how crazy she can drive me.

Congratulations, you won.

Not able to take it anymore, I realize there is no reason we have to wait until we make it upstairs. The more I think about it… the more I like all the ways I could take her on this brand-newcouch.

With her back to me, my hands start work on the little buttons that run down the front of her shirt. She leans her head against my shoulder, turning toward my mouth. My lips find hers, but I don’t open for her until she’s practically begging for it. As soon as I unbutton her top and slide it down her body, I make quick work of sliding her leggings down her legs before she turns around and laces her fingers through my hair. I grab onto her hips, guiding her around the front of the couch. I push her down to a sitting position and drop to my knees in front of her.

Her sharp inhale turns into shallow breaths and a hazy gaze. “You like me on my knees, don’t you love?” I murmur into her neck.

Nodding, she rasps, “Yeah… I really fucking like it.”

I place a soft kiss on her mouth. “Lean back, baby.” Her hands are still tangled in my hair, pulling me with her. One of my arms slips around her, the other guiding her leg around my waist before settling on her plush ass. She licks against the seam of my lips, always needing more. I nip at her bottom lip before slipping my tongue into her mouth. She catches it between her teeth and lightly sucks it into her mouth. Thinking isn’t possible at this point. The only thing I can manage is a groan saturated with need and slip my hand into her loose waves.

Her tongue slides against mine, and she makes the cutest little mewling sounds every time she thinks I’m about to pull away from her. I don’t want to, but I know there is a good chance that I’ll come far too quickly after sliding inside of her. Just the feel of her clenching my fingers and rubbing her ass against me was enough. And Iknowshe will feel better than anything I could ever imagine.

Wanting to make sure that she finds as much pleasure as possible tonight, I slip out of her hold and slide my arms under her thighs. With her leaning back into the couch pillows and her legs over my shoulders, I have the world’s most perfect view.

My hands run up her thighs, stopping right below her center. Under her little lacy thong, she’s dripping for me. The sweet, slick sight of her makes my mouth water.

My eyes drag up to hers, and I watch her the entire time my mouth descends on her wet heat. She bites her lips, holding back a moan I can perfectly imagine in my mind. The same moan that’s been the beginning of all of my nightly fantasies. My tongue makes contact with her clit, and she can’t fight it anymore. A deep, guttural groan breaks out of her. Her fingers grip my hair, and her legs tighten around my head. She’s so close already.

“Fuck, Grady,” she moans as her head falls back. “So good,so fucking good.”

“I’ve been thinking about this nonstop.” I slowly slip a finger into her. She’s so wet and ready for me, I easily slip a second finger into her as I pump my hand at a leisurely pace. She whimpers and drops her hands to my shoulders, clawing at my skin. “Tell me you’ve been thinking about me too.”

“Fuck, yes. Yes, I’ve been thinking about you.” She can barely get a word out in between her needy gasps. “Every night for weeks.Oh, yes,yes, yes. Even most—oh fuck, Grady.”

She’s clenching my fingers so tightly I know she’s close to the edge. I stop, leaving my fingers inside of her. “Even most what?”

“You’re such a jackass,” she huffs. Sitting up on her elbows, she looks me dead in the eye. “Even most mornings, I wake up to the thought of you between my thighs just like this. Happy?”

“To learn that you wake up already soaked thinking about me?” I slide the small scrap of lace off, marveling at the sight of her pretty pink pussy. “Yeah. That makes me extremely happy, Viv.”

This time when I lower my mouth to her center, my tongue moves in slow circles, gaining speed with each pass of my fingers against her G-spot. When I find the rhythm she likes, her hipsbegin to buck against my face in time with me. “Good girl,” I murmur against her. “You love coming on my tongue, don’t you?” She nods, at a loss for words. Even her cries have gone silent as her orgasm builds. “Me too, baby. I love when you drench my face.”

A strangled cry breaks out of her at my words. I take her throbbing clit back into my mouth and suck hard. My teeth nibble down lightly, adding the pressure I now know drives her wild. Her hands grip my hair tighter and my fingers pump inside her faster. I work her tight pussy as she fucks my face, pushing herself over the edge. It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen—the way the flush warms her entire body, the way she bites down on her bottom lip as she comes down from the high, the way her gaze always comes back to me licking her arousal off her when she’s done seeing stars.

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