Page 95 of The Ground Beneath Our Feet
Finally, back home at last. Jessica. My pretty princess. My whole heart.
I’d lived on the edge and almost fallen off, but she restored my balance.
When she’d showed up at my doorstep, given how poorly I’d been sleeping, I’d thought she was a mirage.
But no. She was real.
I was so proud of her. Seeing her confidently shrug off that coat and stand, her sensuous body on display?
Hot. Damn.
I was so aroused and in love I couldn’t think straight. I needed to connect with her. Now.
After going in the kitchen, I ran up the stairs two at a time, and caught her in my arms, setting the can on a side table.
“I need to make love to you. I need to show you how much I love you. How much I want to be with you.”
“Okay,” she whispered with that seductive pout I adored, and ran her hand down my chest, lingering at my piercings. Then, looking up at me, she sucked on one, then the other, her hot, talented tongue making me groan.
I held her face with both hands as I kissed her so hard, pressing my erection into her belly. Since she wore the high heels, she was taller than normal, but I still towered over her.
Reaching down, I grabbed her ass.
“Gorgeous. You’re such an angel. You’re mine now.”
She bent down to slip the strap off her stilettos, but I said, “Leave those.”
She smiled.
God, what a seductress.
With utmost care, I started leaving light kisses down her neck, then her collarbone, her golden skin twitching at my touch.
“Here, baby.” I walked us back to the bed, and gently helped her down on her back. I pulled out the can of whipped cream. “You’re my dessert.”
Shaking her head, she laughed. “I can’t have that much sugar.”
“Nope. But I can.”
She sat up. “You know what’s amazing? I’m not tempted at all. I don’t want it. I just want you.”
“Good.”
I hovered over her, standing on the ground, and spritzed whipped cream on each of her nipples. “Oh my God, I can’t believe I’m doing this!” she said.
With a grin, I stuck out my tongue and lapped up the cream off of one, then the other, each time sucking hard. It was sweet, but she was sweeter. I trailed the whipped cream down the center of her torso, through her belly button, and down to her pelvis. Again, I licked it with wide, gentle strokes. I wanted to touch her everywhere, eat her, make her moan and writhe. Give her so much pleasure and love, that she’d never want anything else.
“You’re moving back in,” I told her against her stomach, as I licked and sucked on her skin. She clawed at the sheet, neat, little whimpers coming out of her mouth.
“Yes,” she exhaled.
“Good.”
Then I dotted whipped cream on her pussy and licked. I ate it up. I ate her, kneeling on the ground before her, worshiping her. I swirled my tongue around her clit, picking up the pace. Her feet hung over the side of the bed, dangling, kicking at the air. She grabbed at my hair, pushing me into her, grinding into my face.
Fuck yeah.
God, I loved it.
