Page 32 of Pretty Please Me
“Oh… I…”
Slowly, I slide my hand around the nape of her neck and pull her into me, so she’s practically sitting in my lap. I whisper, “You’ll not question me again, or there’ll be a punishment to pay. Understand?”
She gasps her acquiescence just as I slide my hands under her ass and settle her just above my cock. I wrap her legs around my back, circling myself into a perfect cocoon. My hands trail up her thigh, pausing to squeeze the delicious exposed flesh of her ass, where I fully intend to pay tribute later.
She lets out the slightest whimper, and I can’t help but repeat the motion. “So responsive, aren’t you? I bet you’ve never had anyone worship your body, have you?”
I don’t wait for an answer. Instead, I continue perusing her gorgeous body, letting my wandering hands land on her rib cage. My cock throbs as I wet my lips and lean in, my mouth finding hers so hot and swollen, needy for my kiss.
She sucks in a breath when I swipe my tongue over her bottom lip, and she offers her pretty mouth to me. Maggie tastes like peaches and sunshine. Like pure joy bottled up at the source. She’s freckles and rainbows and soft summer days, all the good things in life wrapped up in the prettiest fucking package that I have no business opening.
I scoop her up in my arms and lay her on the sofa, covering her body with mine. Our kisses grow heavy, and I can’t get enough of her. I want to taste her and suck her and never stop feeling this electrical charge that’s consumed me from the tip of my toes to my lips touching hers.
I bite her bottom lip, evoking an exhilarating cry from her. Her fists grip my t-shirt before sliding underneath, where she lets her hands explore my hot skin.
My cock’s so hard it’s making another appearance, poking out of my sweatpants, but I don’t mind. In fact, I welcome the sensation.
Moments pass, or maybe hour—I’m really not sure—as I lose myself in her kiss. I’ve had sex with plenty of women, have kissed easily five times as many, and never, not once, have I ever felt a fraction of the all-consuming desire I feel now.
Without thinking, my hand finds her throat as I rub my thumb back and forth over her sensitive flesh. Losing control isn’t an option, so I will myself to take a deep breath and calm my raging desire. I pull my hand away, find her waist, and squeeze, pulling her body closer to mine so that my dick lines up with her perfect, wet pussy.
Every sense is heightened as our kisses grow needy, and I can feel the heat of her pussy on my thigh.
I suck in one final breath as I muster the unspeakable strength to pull away and catch my breath.
“Wow,” Maggie says as she pulls her hand up to cover her swollen lips.
I swallow a gulp and let my head fall on the couch cushion beside me. “Wow is right.”
I think it’s safe to say Magnolia’s kissing is not the problem… and now, I’m wondering just what I’ve gotten myself into. I’ve experienced more pleasure from a kiss with Maggie than I ever have in sex.
Maybe she’s not the one I should be worried about… I don’t know how I’m ever supposed to go back to just being her friend now that I’ve had a taste…
THIRTEEN
Maggie
“Did you carry me to bed last night?” I rub my sleepy eyes as I walk into the kitchen, lured awake by the smell of bacon and freshly brewed coffee.
“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty. I hope I wasn’t being too loud in here.” Sam hands me a cup of coffee and pulls out a stool for me by the large island.
I take a seat and use the hot mug as a hand warmer, taking tiny, cautious sips of the delicious, perfectly sweetened latté. I never told Sam how I like my coffee, but it’s not surprising to know he’s paid attention.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
Sam pours himself a coffee, then spins around to face me. He’s dressed in a casual navy tailored suit with a white button-down underneath and no tie. He looks powerful and confident and charming. After our kissing lessons last night and how he moved on top of me, commanding my mouth with his own, I realize that characteristic is enmeshed into his entire being.
“You passed out halfway through the first episode. But don’t worry. I don’t mind watching it with you again tonight.” He winks before turning back to tend to the bacon cooking on the stove.
Last night after our lessons, I figured we’d go our separate ways, but Sam insisted on us watchingTed Lassoand cuddling on the couch. It was nice to have that time to come down after the rush of making out. It felt easy and natural. I’m learning that everything feels easy when it comes to Sam. I suppose that’s a testament to our friendship.
He grabs two plates from the cabinet and begins piling food on them. “Your cut looks good today. I don’t think it’ll leave much of a scar. How’s the bump on the back of your head?”
“It’s fine. Doesn’t hurt a bit.”
He slides my plate in front of me with a glass of water. “Good. I’ve got a busy day today, so I’ll be home around seven. What are you going to get into today?”
I pile a mound of eggs on top of my toast and fold it like a taco. “I don’t know. It’s pretty out. Maybe I’ll go for a walk in the park or something or find a bookstore.” I shrug as I take a giant bite.
