Page 51 of A Very Friendly Valentine's Day
Sassy little…“What was that?”
After a beat, she says, “I’ve read that the body heat from bare skin is better at warming a cold person up…”
“I’m ready to test that theory.”
She pulls off her sweatshirt, tossing it aside, and I remove mine.
She struggles to pull down her sweatpants, so I yank them down for her.
She somehow manages to tie her hair up into a knot on top of her head before lying back down.
I start to straddle her, but she covers her breasts and rolls onto her side again. “Stay the way you were.”
I spoon her again. Still wearing my sweatpants but pushing my ever-stiffening cock up against her ass. I trail kisses along the back of her shoulder and then cup her breasts. Those perky, friendly breasts and those perky, friendly nipples. She is exactly as smooth and soft as I imagined she would be. I kiss her neck and massage her tits, and she moans softly. She isn’t relaxed yet. She’s shivering. Her whole body’s trembling.
“Are you cold?”
“No.” She says it like I must be an idiot.
And I must be an idiot because only an idiot would wait six years to kiss Birdie Beckett.
I reach down between her legs, over her wet panties. They’re all lacy, and I bet they’re black, and I want to see them, but more importantly, I want to gently massage her clit through them. I kiss the crook of her neck and bite her there, not hard because she isn’t ready for that yet.
“Oh, shit,” she whispers as her back arches. She reaches back to grab on to my neck, combing her fingers through my hair and tugging on it. Kinda rough.
Well, maybe sheisready for more.
I swirl my tongue, suck on her neck, kiss all the way down along the top of her shoulder, holding her hair up out of the way while stroking her scalp with my fingernails. She tastes clean and sweet and spicy, and I want to know what she tastes like everywhere.
She’s already undulating, rocking her hips and pressing her ass back against me. I wish I could see her face, but I know she’s biting her lower lip right now because of the way she’s groaning. I kiss all the way back up her shoulder, to her neck and behind her ear, and she goes limp.
That’s my girl.
I’ll remember that spot.
She’s twisting around to face me now, her bent arm cradling my head, and I think she wants to kiss me. I kiss along her jaw and up to her open mouth. I lick her lower lip, and our lips touch for one hot second before she pulls away, burying her face into the pillow.
She can’t handle the intimacy of kissing yet.
Okay.
I bite the top of her shoulder, a little harder this time, and I know that no man has ever done that to her before. I know that I’m the one who’s teaching her what she likes. And I know that I could be happy spending the rest of my life teaching her and learning what she likes.
I slide my hand down under her panties. It’s already soaked down there. Just when I touch my fingers flat against her slick, warm clit, a train passes, the horn and the loud rattling causing her to squeal and jolt. Or maybe it’s my fingers on her clit. I flutter and circle and make a V with my fingers, sliding up and down alongside it, getting faster and faster. And then I rub with my whole hand, nice and slow.
She bucks against my hand, just once, says my name, and that’s when I know it’s time to slip my fingers inside her and fuck her with them. Hard. She cries out, reaching her arms up and back again, trying to find me. My cheek is pressed against hers. She grabs my face, strokes the stubble on my cheek.
“You still want me to keep quiet?”
“No. Shit! No.”
“You like how that feels?”
“Yes. Oh God, Eddie. Don’t stop.”
“I’m not gonna stop. I told you, I’m not stopping until you come for me.” She is so impossibly wet, and my throbbing hard cock wants to be inside her. “Has anyone else made you feel this good before?”
“No. Never.”
