Page 73 of The One I Want
“Turn off your brain,” she groans, gripping me tighter. “You’re thinking so loud it’s waking me up.”
I brush the hair off her forehead and lean down to kiss her. “It’s ten.”
“Still early. Need sleep.”
I laugh as she grips me tighter. “What about breakfast?”
“Overrated,” she says, her eyes still closed.
I take her hand that’s on my chest and bring it to my lips, giving a soft kiss to each knuckle. “It’s actually my favorite meal of the day.”
“Let’s order it then,” she says. “Take it out of my paycheck.”
“Actually,” I say, putting her hand to the side. “I’m a fan of breakfast in bed.”
Before she can say anything else, I grab her leg and lift it off me, which lets me easily roll her to her back. Her eyes go wide as they lock with mine before I start kissing my way down her perfect body. It’s so soft and smooth. Curves in places that curves should be. I had a feeling the moment I met her in that tight, red devil costume that her body was made for sin. I was right. And I will worship it every chance I get.
I snake my arms under her legs, bringing my hands up to rest on her stomach as I kiss across her pelvic bone, down her leg, before going back up to the place I want the most. I can’t help but lick my lips before my tongue gently slides from bottom to top, earning me a quiet whimper from Betsy. With just one taste I am instantly hard, but I ignore that. After what she did for me last night? This morning is all about her.
After a few slow drags of my tongue, I speed up, letting myself fully taste her. I want to hear her scream out my name. I want her to wake the neighbors. Her hands are immediately pulling at my hair, and just knowing it’s those damn red nails doing it only makes me double down in my efforts.
I keep one hand on her stomach but free up the other, sliding two fingers inside her as I kiss and suck on her pussy. My tongue is going rapid fire, flicking her clit as I work my fingers in and out of her. I have to tighten my hold as her hips are trying to move in every way they can.
“Oh God, Wes…fucking yes. Yes!”
I allow myself to watch her as she chases her orgasm and I almost bust right then and there as I watch her playing with her tits. She’s rolling her nipple on one side and massaging the other. Holy shit, I could watch her do this all day. I have to physically stop myself from reaching down and stroking myself, the image of this goddess in front of me too much to handle.
I curve my finger, and like I flicked a switch, she stills before she comes undone on my hand.
“Ah!”
Yes. That was the scream I wanted. She grabs onto my arm, her back arching as the orgasm flows through her.
That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
And I think she needs another.
I reach over to the night stand, thankful for the box of condoms. I grab one, quickly sheathing myself before rolling back to Betsy, who is still coming down from her orgasm.
“Are you awake yet?”
She turns her head to me, and I have to swallow the lump in my throat from the sight of her. Her hair's a mess. Her face is fully flushed red. Her lips are swollen from last night, and her cheeks are slightly scratched from my beard. I call her beautiful because she is, inside and out, but now? I’ve never seen her look more beautiful in my entire life.
“I don’t know if I’m alive.”
I can’t resist and lean down and give her tit one quick kiss and suck, letting the nipple pop out of my mouth. “I think you are. And I think I know exactly what you need to start your day.”
“What’s that?”
I don’t answer her with words. Instead, I roll her on to me. “Now, what was it you were doing before? I feel like I didn’t get to see the entire show.”
It doesn’t hit her for a second, but when it does, I instantly see the fire burn in her eyes. “Well, we can’t have you missing that.”
She sits up before lowering herself onto me. I have to hold myself back as I watch. Her hands grip my thighs as she arches back, pushing her breasts toward me, allowing herself to stretch to my size. She takes one hand and starts to roll her nipple like she was before. It’s fucking hot. The way she moves her hips, the way she lets her head hang back as she’s embracing every sensation. It makes me want to make every one of her fantasies come true.
She does this for a second before picking up her speed, her hands coming to rest on my chest. Her tits are slowly swaying in front of me, begging me to take one in my mouth. And I do. I suck on it like it’s the only thing keeping me alive. I begin to massage the other, which makes Betsy ride me harder. With every squeeze, her pussy tightens around me. So I keep going. And going. I switch my mouth and hand, loving the weight of each as I continue to drive her wild—which is drivingmewild.
Fuck, this woman is going to be the death of me.
