Page 97 of Your Last First Kiss
She shrugs, and I have no doubt that if I wasn’t holding her chin, she’d look away. As it is, her eyes scan the entire room.
“I don’t think about them anymore, just like I don’t think about the C-section scars that left weird dimples along my pubic bone. Or the robotic scars from gallbladder surgery. Or…”
“Or the scars on your heart that keep you from building new memories.”
This time, when she looks at me, her expression is so full of shuttered emotion my chest actually aches.
Penny nods, and I run my thumb along her bottom lip. “Do you want to make new memories? With me?” I keep my voice low so she can’t hear the desperation in my tone.
“I do.”
The instant her words hit my ears, a crooked smile tugs at the right side of my lips.
“I do too, and I’m going to show you how to love every inch of your body, Penny. I want you to love it like I do. All of it. Are you ready for that?”
She nods again, and I hitch one eyebrow. “Words, baby. Just because you’re sitting on your ass doesn’t mean I can’t reach it.”
Penny yelps and leans up quickly. My arms cage her in on either side though, and she can’t sit all the way up.
“I’m ready,” she whispers, raising her hands to cup my cheeks.
“Take off your bra,” I say again. This time the strain in my voice entangles every part of my body. It’s there in every tense muscle, every misfiring nerve cell, and especially in my cock.
With my eyes trained on hers, she lowers her arms and undoes her bra. Her breasts fall free in my peripheral vision, but I keep my focus on her face.
“Scoot yourself up the bed.” I don’t give her any room, so she has to shimmy herself up a few feet, and I follow her like a predator.
Placing one hand on the bed beside her ribs, I lower my body to hers. The weight of us presses her into the bed, and a delicious moan breaks free from the back of her throat.
“I’m going to stare at your tits now. And when I’m staring, I want you to feel my cock against your leg. See what the sight of you does to me. Feel it. Understand?”
“Yes,” she gasps when I slide my dick along her thigh.
And finally, finally, I get my first look at my Penny. As expected, I jerk against her leg. The weight of my erection throbs in time with my need.
“Fuck, Penny. Just fuuuck.” It’s all the words I can form before I dart forward and take her peaked nipple into my mouth with a deep pull. She jerks against the bed as I blindly grab for her right tit, and when I find it, I pinch her nipple with the same aggressiveness as my tongue on her other side. I flick, and suck, and bite until her hips lift, seeking the friction I can’t wait to give her.
I find the scars that run down the center of her breast and all along the underside with my fingers. Then I trace one with my tongue and her fingers land in my hair.
“Someday soon, I’m going to fuck these magnificent tits, and when I come all over them, you’ll see how amazing I think they are.”
I’m ravenous for her body and don’t wait for her to say anything before popping her other breast into my mouth. This time when I bite down, I make sure to leave a mark.
My mark.
“God, Dillon,” Penny whines below me, and I memorize the sound.
All finesse has vanished as I surge up to plunder my tongue deep into her mouth. My desperation for her to clamp around me has my hands fumbling for purchase, and my groin grinding into her leggings-clad pussy.
While my tongue searches and savors every corner of her mouth, my hands slide down, down, down until I slip beneath the waistband of her leggings and cup her bare ass.
For a moment, we simply grind into each other, mimicking what’s to come, and I fight the urge to rut. I flip my wrist and tug her leggings down a few inches.
I pull away when I can’t get them any lower without breaking the kiss. Penny’s eyes are glazed over with a lust I feel on a molecular level.
“I’m going to fuck you, Penny. And I’m going to make love to you. I’m going to ravish, and regale, and worship every goddamn inch of you. And when you scream my name, you’ll mark me as yours. I’ve been tested and I’m clear. I haven’t been with anyone since I met you.”
I wait for my words to sink in. That’s right. I’ve been celibate since I met her, and I can’t wait to break this dry spell. Her mouth falls open, but when she bites down hard on her bottom lip and stares at me through long, fluttering lashes, I’m hit with a wave of lust that steals my breath.
