Page 8 of Grumpy Girl and Amaryllis

His hands leave my hair, and he grabs my hands, holding them above my head as he kisses down my jaw and neck and lands on my heavy breasts as he sucks the peaked nipples through my shirt until I’m squirming. I thrust my chest forward hoping for closer skin-to-skin attention, but he only chuckles.

“Croix.” I mewl as I rub my thighs together for friction, hoping to ease the pulsing that’s starting.

He lets go of my hands and cups a breast in his palm, then slowly lifts my shirt, but before he pulls it over my head, he eyes me for permission.

I bite my lip and nod.

“Good girl.” He smiles and has my shirt off. His face buries quickly in between the two mounds, lips caressing the skin. He pops one breast out of the bra’s cup and sucks on the nipple, then does the same to the other.

My breathing labors at the need that rockets through me.

“You. Shirt. Off.” I gasp as I pull at his shirt, a frantic need that I should question, but it feels too right.

He stands back, and I cry at the loss of his heat, but I don’t whimper for long as his shirt is thrown off, and he has his pants, shoes, and socks gone in a flash. Then he’s leaning back down, ravishing my chest once again, settling himself between my legs and rubbing his bulge against my core.

Moans break away from me as he hits that spot just right. I start cursing the layers between us. It’s been too long, and I need him inside me. I need to be filled in only the way a man can do. That connection, the bonding of two bodies.

I wrap my legs around his waist and move up and down against him.

His mouth leaves my breast, and he attacks my mouth again, but his palms cup my ass and hold me tightly against his hips, and he grinds down hard against me.

“Ahhh. Oh fuck…” The pulsing between my legs is now at a fever pitch.

He doesn’t let up, and I’m so close, but I don’t want to come like this. I want to clamp down on his cock inside of me. It’s a feeling I don’t want to miss.

I end the kiss and unwrap my legs. Croix looks down at me with questions in his eyes. He opens his mouth, but I place my finger over his lips. I stand and reach for his hand and lead him to my bedroom.

I want the whole act, not just a quick release on my couch.

I want it all from this man tonight.

And tomorrow…well, that remains to be seen.

Croix

Watchingher lead me into her bedroom, I can’t believe my good fortune. I’ve tasted her skin, those pink and perky nipples, and I can’t wait until I get to the main course. Her moans and responses will be my undoing.

When we reach her room, she turns around and bites her lips as she slowly undoes her pants and lets them pool at her feet. She fidgets, which makes her more endearing to me. She shouldn’t have any worries. I don’t want her for just tonight. I want her forever.

I vow to make her never second-guess how beautiful she is. Because, in my eyes, nobody can ever compare.

Shaking, she lifts her hands behind her and unclasps her bra, and the pale pink material floats to the ground. Her large breasts beckon for me to restart what I was doing earlier.

Her skin is flushed with a glow, and I lower my gaze to the juncture of her thighs, and I wet my lips at the spot on her soft pale pink underwear, soaked and dark with her juices.

My cock twitches in my boxers, and slowly she lowers her panties to the ground. Her insecure striptease has me harder than any seductive dance by a professional could ever possibly do. She is all I need, all I want.

“Fuck, Mari.”

She coyishly smiles. “Isn’t that the idea?”

I growl, launch into her, claim her mouth and her as my own. My hands roam over her.

Her hands do the same, and before I can calculate what is going on, my boxers are at the bottom of my feet, and I step out of them quickly.

I pull her body against mine, skin against skin. Her soft curves against my hard contours make life bearable now.

Even since the military, everything has been challenging and confusing. I’m due for some softness and calm in my life.

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