Page 83 of Every Broken Promise
That meant I would have Astrid all to myself when she came over. And I had been right. Her fire was something that instantly made me hard, and when she said my name, I lost it.
I sat her down on top of her car’s hood. I had just cleaned and buffed it earlier, but this was worth it.
As soon as I laid her down, I pulled back so I could get a good look at her. And fuck me, she was a sight.
“So beautiful,” I murmured.
Her hair was mused and teased, some strands falling around her eyes. Her lips were pouty and swollen, her cheeks rosy. And don’t get me started on her eyes. It was the look I always envisioned I would see from her. Full of need and want with blown pupils.
“You said my name,” I reminded her in a low tone.
“Don’t get used to it,” she told me in a breathy voice.
I leaned into her, my hand going to her nape and pulling at her hair with enough force to get her attention. She let out a whimper.
“I’m going to make you moan it, beautiful,” I promised as I began to kiss down her neck, discovering places I should have known long ago. Her hands landed on my shirt. I thought she would come to her senses and push me away, but instead, she fisted my shirt and pulled me closer.
When I kissed right below her ear, she moaned.
That sound right there went straight to my dick.
How could I have ever gone this long without making her mine? How could I ever think she didn’t belong with me?
My lips mapped out places on her skin I had only been allowed to see. My hands roamed freely over her sides and hips. Learning every dip and curve more intimately. I slid one of my hands under her shirt, and I could feel her body shivering as my thumb brushed over those two little piercings I couldn’t stop thinking about since I first saw them.
“So sexy,” I murmured as I spoke against the tops of her breasts.
“Ty.”My name was nothing but a needy hiss that had my cock jumping to attention.
I was so close to coming in my fucking pants.
“Yes, beautiful?” I taunted her as I cupped one of her breasts in my hand. It was heavy, her bra lacy, and her nipple was pebbled.
I paid attention to the other one and then pulled back so I could see her pointed nipples through her shirt.
When I leaned down and sucked it through her blouse, she moaned her approval.
I needed to do it with nothing between us. Astrid didn’t protest when I pulled her shirt off. If I thought she lookedbeautiful before, that didn’t compare to the sight before me now. She was a work of art.
“Are you wet for me, baby?” I asked as I popped open her pants.
Astrid bit her lip.
If she wasn’t so fucking pretty sitting half naked because of me, I would have found it frustrating the fact that she was holding herself back from me.
I didn’t let this deter me.
“Shall we find out?”
One of my hands went around her hips while I lifted her so I could pull her pants down.
She was so fucking pretty I couldn’t breathe.
Her lacy thong matched her bra. Had she matched her underwear like this back when we were in school? How many dinners did I spend sitting next to her when she looked like this underneath?
If I could go back in time, I would not be making the same mistake twice. With a hand on each thigh, I spread her legs so she could accommodate me.
“You’re soaked, baby.” I couldn’t help but groan at the sight before me. There was a wet spot right at the center of her panties.
