Page 29 of Autumn & Woods
She blinked up at me. “Seriously?”
I nodded once. “Without question.”
She bit her bottom lip, then said, “If a baby comes with a side of that sweet potato pie… then… maybe.”
I chuckled, leaned down, and brushed my lips against her jaw. “Get in the shower with me.”
I didn’t wait. I scooped her up with both arms and carried her into the bathroom. I set her down on the counter and turned on the water as she peeled off my shirt. She watched me, legs swinging when I stepped out of my boxer briefs with my eyes locked on hers.
We stepped under the hot water, her back hitting the tile as the spray poured down over both of us. I slid my hand down the back of her thigh and scooped her ass up. Her legs wrappedaround my waist, water running down the curve of her breast, her stomach, and her thighs.
I looked down, then back up at her. “You good?” I asked, voice low.
“I’m good,” she whispered, breath shaky, lip caught between her teeth. Her thighs clenched, and that was all I needed.
I lined myself up and pushed in slowly, happy as fuck to be back inside her warmth. Her mouth fell open, and her eyes fluttered closed. “Nah,” I growled. “Keep those eyes on me.” She opened them, barely, but it was enough.
And I started moving, grinding deep, angling my hips just right. Autumn’s breath hitched every time I stroked in, her nails scrambling up my wet biceps. “Woods...”
Hearing her moan my name made me go harder. I angled deeper, and her arms flew around my neck, pulling me closer. “Squeeze my dick,” I muttered, right against her mouth.
She nodded fast, barely breathing and did as she was told. Fuck. I sped up pace, hood snapping hard, pulling a cry from her lips. “Fuuuck!”
“Mhm. Take this dick, baby,” I said, tone thick, voice low and edged.
Her body answered before her mouth did. Hips rolling, legs tightening, back arching off the wall. She came, and I kept drilling her pussy. I could feel her about to nut again as she bucked. “Shit… shit… baby, I can’t…”
“Yes, you can,” I growled. “Don’t hold that shit in. I want it all over me.”
She cried out, hands clawing for my shoulders as her head hit the tile. Her body tightened hard around me, and then she came gasping, hips jerking, toes probably curling behind my back. I just watched her unravel under me. She looked raw and beautiful as fuck.
“Autumn,” I groaned, forehead pressed against hers as I buried my dick deep. Nut shot all up inside her. Shaking my head, I said, calm. “This pussy don’t deserve pull-out dick.”
She laid her head backwards on the tile. “You’re insane.”
I laughed, kissing her lips, marinating in her pussy juice.“And you still lettin’ me hit raw. So what that say ‘bout you?”
She gasped. “Quamaine!”
Laughing, I let her down and squirted the body wash from the shelf into my hands, lathering them up. My palms moved over her shoulders first, then down her arms, across the curve of her back. The way she stood still for it and trusted me with it said everything.
When I dropped to one knee and started with her thighs, she lifted one leg so I could soap her up properly. Then, when she was all cleaned off, she returned the favor. Her hands worked over my chest, arms, and abs before moving to my dick. Her fingertips moved slowly, rubbing soft circles into my skin, her eyes following the motion like she was really enjoying this shit. I loved it.
This wasn’t about pussy. I’d had plenty of that. This was something different. This woman was soft but solid. Gorgeous but grounded. And I felt it in my chest and in the way I wanted her to feel protected every time she left me. Like she belonged to herself, but she could rest with me. I’d never felt that before, not like this. But best believe I knew exactly what I wanted.
L a t e rt h a tn i g h t, I rolled over, feeling comfortable, despite my body being sore, but I felt so relaxed. My body was still humming from Woods. From everything. From the way he touched me, like he needed me. From the way his voice dropped when he whispered in my ear. From the way he looked at me like I was his.
Real life was calling, though. I had a flight in the morning, and I knew once I got back to Arbor Hills, everything would try to pull me back to normal. And honestly, I wasn’t ready to let go of this bubble just yet.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand. I reached over to grab it from the nightstand and glanced down to see the time. It was almost nine at night. I laughed under my breath and tossed the phone on the bed just as I looked up and paused.
Woods stood near the closet, half-dressed, lotioning his body as if he were about to shoot a commercial. Then, a fresh, black Moncler tee stretched over his chest and crisp black cargos slung low on his hips.
“You going somewhere?” I asked, sitting up with my eyebrow raised. I didn’t even know how long we’d slept for, but clearly he’d slipped out of the bed before I did.
He turned to face me, eyes dragging down the length of my body as he placed his chain around his neck. “Yeah,” he said, lips twitching at the corners. “Tryna take you out.”
“Take me out?”
