Page 60 of The Problem with Perfect

My eyes glance briefly at her chest before coming back to her eyes.

“You’re welcome.”

We stand there for a long moment until Bellamy’s eyes fall from mine.

“I guess I’ll see you later?”

I nod. “Yeah. That sounds…”

But my words trail off. I don’t want to see her later. I want to see her now. Suddenly, I realize I can’t resist her anymore, can’t resist the way she pulls me in and lights me up.

Without allowing myself to think about it too much, acting almost entirely on instinct, I step forward so we’re just inches apart. Her eyes widen and she looks up at me, her lips parted in surprise as I dip my head and press my mouth to hers.

She tastes like heaven, like sun and beer and everything bright and colorful—things that are the exact opposite of me. Bellamy moans into my mouth, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and deepening our kiss, flicking her tongue against mine. We both drink from each other as if we’ve been parched for so long and have finally found an unlimited supply of water. With my mouth against hers, I feel nourished in a way I haven’t in years…maybe ever.

“You made me promise,” she says, pulling away, her eyes closed and her forehead against mine. Her breathing is heavy. “And I don’t break promises.”

I shake my head. “You’re not. This is all me.” I dip down and kiss her again, not wanting to give myself the chance to think better about what I’m doing.

Then we’re moving slowly out of the kitchen and into the living room, where I pull Bellamy down onto the couch on top of me. The weight of her feels amazing, and when she spreads her legs and shifts her hips so her core presses against my dick, I groan as pleasure shoots through my veins.

Bellamy sits up and reaches back, untying her top again, though this time, she pulls the entire thing off, and my mouth waters at the sight of her gorgeous breasts, white and creamy in contrast to the slightly tan skin surrounding them.

My hands come up immediately, taking them both into my palms and squeezing. She moans quietly and moves her hips again, her hands resting on my chest and pressing her tits together where I’m holding them. I sit up just slightly and suck one nipple into my mouth, letting my tongue flick against the little nub until it grows hard and Bellamy whimpers.

“Rusty,” she whispers, her eyes closed and her head falling back.

“Let me hear you,” I growl, my hands dropping to her hips and pressing her more firmly astride me. “I want to hear what I do to you.”

Her eyes connect with mine. “I don’t…know what to say.”

“Say exactly how you feel.”

But I can tell when I look at her face that she doesn’t feel comfortable with it, or maybe just that the effort of thinking of something to say would distract her from what we’re doing. So I tug her down for another kiss, my hand slipping back to her shorts and sliding under the hem, gripping her ass.

Eventually she pulls back and climbs off of me, unbuttoning her shorts and letting them fall to the ground. I match her movements, undoing my own and shoving them down to my ankles before flinging them off the edge of the couch.

My eyes scan up and down as she climbs back onto the couch between my legs, and when I take my dick in my hand, her eyes follow my movements. She licks her lips, and I groan.

“I want your mouth on me,” I tell her. “So fucking bad.”

Her eyes move to my dick again, then she leans forward and kisses the head, giving tiny licks and gentle teases. It sends a scorching heat rushing through my body.

“Fuck, Bellamy.” I can barely keep myself together, especially when she takes me into her mouth, the warm wetness enveloping me. I groan, feeling desperate.

She wraps her hand around the base and begins to jack in tandem with her sucks, and fuck, it has clearly been a while for me, because I’m already ready to blow.

I tap her shoulder. “I’m gonna come.”

Her eyes glow, and she sucks harder, her other hand coming up to play with my balls, giving them little tugs that have me shooting hard into her mouth as my orgasm rushes through my body, the tingling sensation traveling up to my scalp and down to my toes.

When I finish and the last tremors rumble through my body, I sag back into the couch, physically depleted and entirely exhausted. Bellamy grins at me then crawls over my body and presses her lips to mine. I tuck my hand into her hair and give her a deep kiss, tasting myself on her tongue.

“That was amazing,” I murmur, my hands roaming across her naked body pressed to mine.

I shift us so we’re both on our sides and she’s tucked between me and the back of the couch. She grins, almost like she’s embarrassed, and moves so her leg is flung over mine. I rest my hand on her thigh, gently stroking, light touches in broad sweeps as we just lie there together. I feel more tired and ready to fall asleep right now than I have in a long while, but I also want desperately to continue touching and teasing this woman at my side.

Tugging her leg up further, I stroke my hand toward the apex of her thighs. Bellamy whimpers and tucks her face into my neck as I reach her lower lips and run a single finger through the wetness that has gathered there.

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