Page 89 of Wild Love
“We don’t have—”
“Fuck yes!” He hauls me out of the elevator and to the apartment.
“I think I dropped a foam finger back there,” I say, giggling as he shuts us inside.
“I’ll buy you five more.” He takes everything else from me and drops it all to the floor, then scoops me up, tosses me over his shoulder, and heads for his bedroom. He smacks my ass. “It’s go time, Kota.”
I’m laughing when he lays me down, but then he begins undressing me, and everything shifts. He starts at my shoes, kissing my calves and knees as he does it, then working his way up. He’s slow and deliberate, dropping more kisses and murmuring how gorgeous I am and reminding me I’m his over and over again.
As if I would be anyone else’s. Not when this is an option. I’d trade away everything else for another few weeks just like this. Summer is blazing by, and I am through denying myself anything.
My heart rate skips as he covers me, adoring every inch of skin. By the time his lips skim over the heated skin at the apex of my thighs, I’m trembling. His big shoulders push between my legs. He hooks an arm around one and brings his mouth down, kissing me softly on the mound of my pussy. He groans, the sound vibrating against my sensitive flesh.
“Johnny,” I whine. I need more, and I need it now.
“Patience, slam piece.” He chuckles, and his tone softens. He runs a finger along my swollen slit. “Fuck, baby, you’re so wet. Tell me what you want.”
“You. Just you.” The honest admission slips from my lips. “And, uh, shirt off, obviously.”
He leans back on his knees and pulls the jersey over his head. He really does have a great body.
“Better?”
“Keep going?” I stare at the bulge in his jeans.
He shakes his head side to side. “Uh-uh. Not yet. I need to make sure you’re ready for me.”
I feel pretty damn ready, but before I can voice it, his mouth covers my pussy, and I can’t form words. He licks and nips while dragging the pad of his thumb over my clit at a slow, torturous pace.
I grip his shoulders, digging my fingernails into his skin until I’m certain he will have tiny crescent moons indented on his flesh.
“That’s it, baby.” He tightens his grip on me, latching on as my orgasm rocks through me.
I’ve barely melted into the mattress when he places a kiss at my belly button and says, “Turn over.”
I comply, boneless and satiated but excited for more. I can hear him undressing behind me. I glance over my shoulder, slightly turning so I can appreciate the view. He catches my gaze as he stands at the end of the bed naked, stroking his dick.
“I thought I told you to turn over,” he says with a sexy smirk.
“The view is better this way.”
“You’ve been staring at the one-eyed monster for weeks, baby.”
“I don’t want to miss any of this,” I say.
He gives my ass a smack that’s just above playful and places a kiss on the same spot. “On your stomach. You’re not ready for me yet.”
I am, but I fall back to my stomach anyway. His body covers mine. He runs a hand down my ponytail and then wraps his hand around it until my scalp pricks. He kisses my neck and down my spine.
He’s a heady mixture of playful and bossy. Commanding me to get on all fours one minute and the next blowing raspberries on my ass.
He gives me another smack and then slides his hand between my legs. I’m slick, and his fingers glide easily through my folds.
My shoulders sag as the next orgasm builds.
“Johnny,” I whine as his hand disappears. I’m so close.
His laughter caresses my skin. “What, baby?”
