Page 45 of Sugar Pie
His eyes widened, and I leaned back on the bed to avoid falling. He followed, brushed my hair behind my ears, then lowered himself, kissing me again.
I curled my arms around his hard, muscular body, and my heartbeat spiked.
His kiss burned into me like we were the only people in the world and he was mine forever.
His short hair was surprisingly thick when I ran my hands through it. He moved lower and helped me out of my bra.
I let out a sigh. If I was to be naked, he should be too. I reached for his pant zipper and jolted. He was big and hard. I swallowed but then unzipped his pants. My body hummed to have him.
He helped by tossing his pants and underwear next to the bed. I rolled my panties off. With Warren, I felt empowered.
I traced his body and gently kissed parts of him as we were swept into a bubble of desire.
He did the same, guiding my legs over his as he lowered himself to suck on my nipple.
I arched to give him access as sensation rushed through me. My body was sensitive and needy as he suckled.
A soft sigh escaped me as he continued and encouraged me to lie back.
Then he went lower. All I could do was moan.
I bucked when his tongue pressed my core. My body trembled as he focused his attention.
My eyes rolled backwards as he worked his magic on me, and I lost the ability to think.
My body wasn’t my own. As I arched, he went deeper, and I lost the ability to see. I was a in a sea of sparkling pleasure.
I tried to hold myself together, but once his tongue finished, he slipped a condom on and pressed inside me.
“Warren…” came out more like a moan, and as he pumped into me, I was in perfect bliss.
* * *
The moon was outside the window when my eyes fluttered open, and I stared into his blue eyes.
“How are you?” he asked, making my heart flutter.
My body was warm, curled into his, and a smile formed on my face as I realized how wonderful sharing the bed was. “Amazing.”
He held me tightly. “You’re beautiful.”
Under the sheets, I realized he was getting hard again. Our bodies touched, and I was happy not to move. “I never thought skin or looks mattered. It’s what’s in the heart, and my heart has some bruises on it.”
His gaze narrowed. “You’re sweet.”
I laughed. Maybe not mentioning Romeo was proper, but I was tired of being perfect and doing what was expected of me. I held Warren, the only one I wanted. “I didn’t make a list of chores to do after.”
His gaze held a wicked gleam. “I’d be offended if you did.”
I hugged him. “I’ve never said a word about that to anyone. Please keep the compliment to yourself.”
He traced my face as if was enchanted. “Kerry, one of the best things about you is how you make me feel comfortable too. I feel like I can tell you anything.”
The feeling was mutual. I batted my eyelashes and asked, “Do you have anything to confess?”
His gaze narrowed as he drew back. “Is this a confession now?”
My heart raced. I must have messed up by talking about my ex. I shivered. “No. I told you an intimate secret.”
