Page 93 of Only for the Season
I meld my lips to hers and she immediately opens up for me. I allow her taste of coffee, sugar, and a hint of sea to wash over me. This is the taste of the woman I love. The taste of the woman I plan to spend my life with.
I crush her body against the door and grind my cock against her stomach. She groans and I hitch one of her legs over my hip. There. Now I can grind against her core.
She yanks my shirt out of my jeans before sneaking her hands under the material to caress my chest. I moan at the feel of her hands roaming over my body.
We have too many clothes on. I drop her leg and step back to whip my t-shirt off. Her eyes flare, and she licks her bottom lip as her gaze roams over my naked chest.
“Arms up,” I order.
I grasp the hem of her shirt and yank it off her body, leaving her in a plain black bra. I don’t care how her bra is plain. She doesn’t need to wear lingerie for me. She’s real and genuine. Exactly what I crave.
I snap her jeans open and glide my hand inside. I ignore her clit and dive straight into her pussy.
“You’re wet for me.”
“Duh. You’re sexy and I know how good you can make me feel.”
I smirk. “I make you feel good.”
She rolls her eyes. “Don’t gloat. It’s unbecoming.”
“Let’s see how many times I can make you feel good and then decide whether I’m allowed to gloat.”
“Such a man,” she mutters.
I thrust my cock into her stomach. “Damn straight. I’m a man.”
She rests her hands on my shoulders. “You gonna prove it?”
Hell, yeah, I am. I thrust my finger in and out of her a few times. I add another finger, and her walls begin to tighten. I grind my palm against her clit as I continue to tease her pussy.
“Are you going to come for me, Princess?”
“Yes,” she breathes out.
“Are you going to scream my name?”
“God,” she moans.
“Not god. Jeremy.”
I nibble along her jaw and down her neck. She tilts her head to the side to grant me better access. She’s panting now. She’s close.
“Come for me, Princess. Come all over my fingers and I’ll give you my cock.”
I bite down on her earlobe and her pussy convulses as she climaxes.
“Jeremy,” she moans.
I continue to glide my fingers in and out of her until her orgasm wanes. She collapses against me and I remember we’re standing at the door.
Shit. This is not the way to show Parker I love her.
I lift her into my arms and carry her to the bed, where I gently lay her down. Her eyes flutter open.
“What are you doing?”
I smirk. “Moving onto phase two.”
