Page 63 of Whiskey Promises
"Hey. My phone!"
I set her on her feet long enough to retrieve the phone she dropped and then step back inside with her. She beams at me, her cheeks flushed.
"I can't believe you lied to me!" She jabs me in the ribcage with her finger. "I was ready to cry."
"I couldn't wait until tomorrow." I toss her phone onto the credenza before hauling her back into my arms. "I was losingmy goddamn mind without you." My lips come down on hers in another hard kiss. "Longest two weeks of my life."
"Mine too," she whispers into my mouth as I press her against the wall, ripping my shirt off over her head. Her breasts spill out, her cherry nipples hard and begging for my mouth.
"Are you wet for me?"
"See for yourself."
"Intend to," I growl, dropping to my knees with her balanced over my shoulders. I immediately press my nose to her cunt, inhaling deeply. God, I missed her scent. I missed her taste. I missed everything about her.
I flick her panties to the side, parting her slit with two fingers. My tongue circles her clit, gathering up her juices.
"Fuck," I groan, her taste hitting my system like a drug. "You're even sweeter, princess."
"Jareth, please," she whimpers, clinging to my hair like it's the only thing keeping her from losing her mind.
I'm too damn keyed up to tease her the way she deserves for fucking with me about her neighbor, so I lift her closer to my face and feast. She shouts my name, pulling at my hair as I devour her, not being polite about it.
Within seconds, she's coming all over my face.
I lick up every drop she spills, greedy for it.
Before she has a chance to come down, I've got her pinned to the floor beneath me, my cock sliding through her swollen folds. I yank her leg up over my thigh, growling as I sink into her all the way to the hilt.
"Goddamn, I missed this pussy, Zoya."
"It missed you, too!" she cries as I fuck into her, pounding out two weeks of sexual frustration. The little minx has been torturing me on the phone every night, playing with herself while I listen. I damn near said to hell with the plan a few times and caught a redeye.
I'm glad I didn't because this was worth the wait. She was worth the wait.
She's wild beneath me, crying my name as she rocks her hips into mine and claws down my back.
I wrap my tongue around her nipple, sucking hard.
She flies apart with my name on her lips.
I plant myself deep, groaning as I follow behind her.
As soon as I can breathe, I pull her up from the floor, worried she'll end up with carpet burn. I run my hands across her body, just reveling in the fact that she's in my arms again.
She's reveling too, staring at me like she can't believe I'm really here.
"I should be so mad at you right now," she says. Her smile tells me mad isn't even on the radar.
"Yeah? Why is that?"
"Um, because you told me you couldn't come!" she huffs. "I thought you were canceling our very first weekend together."
"No, I said I couldn't come tomorrow. And I've been thinking about this whole weekend visit thing…I don't think it's going to work out for me."
Her brows furrow in confusion.
"Two days of you isn't enough, Zoya. I need more time."
