Page 143 of Butter My Biscuit

“I won’t.” I roll her over and pin her on her back.

My face is so close to hers as I tuck hair behind her ear and slowly slide my mouth across hers. She gasps, deepening the kiss as my hand glides up her thigh. I lower the zipper on her dress, and she wiggles out of it. Her hands tangle in my hair as I peel the wet silk panties from her body and then remove her bra.

“You’re gorgeous,” I say, my gaze sliding over her curvy body.

As I slide my lips from her mouth to her breast, I leave a trail of kisses down to her pussy.

“Keeping up with the landscaping?” I give her a look.

“Gotta love a silky, smooth butthole.” She laughs. “I was hoping I’d be able to tell you that again.”

I shake my head. “Don’t you ever fuckin’ change. I love you just the way you are.”

“Don’t plan on it, cowboy,” she whispers as my mouth and tongue are on her clit.

I flick and lick, loving the taste of her skin, the taste of her.

She writhes under my tongue, her fingers tangled in my hair. “More,” she begs, needing me closer, deeper, harder.

I want to give her everything I have because it’s always been hers anyway.

“You’re mine,” I whisper against her softness, then flick her hard clit, knowing she’s teetering on the edge and I have complete control.

My strong hands memorize every curve of hers as I lick and suck her to oblivion. Tonight, I’ll prove to her exactly why she can’t live without me.

“You’ve always owned me,” she urges, riding my mouth as I slow my pace. “Every fuckin’ inch,” she hisses, her body trembling.

She’s on the brink of spilling over and losing herself. Her body shakes and trembles, and she nearly sets off an earthquake inside my damn heart as she rides out her release, letting me taste every inch of her.

I smile against her, and then I crawl up her body, hovering above her lips as she runs her hands through my messy hair.

“Do you think we were always destined to be like this?” I ask.

“Yes.” No hesitation. “That wedding broke me.”

“Let me put you back together, princess,” I whisper.

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“You’re the only one who can,” I admit, inhaling his sweaty skin as he holds himself above me.

The tip of his cock is at my opening, and I eagerly wait to have him inside of me. Then, I open my thighs wider, giving him the permission he needs because I can’t wait any longer. I need him like I need air. My eyes crash closed, and I see colors when he’s buried deep inside of me. Every part of my body craves this man so fucking much. His eyes, his mouth, his hands, his voice, the way he fills me full with every inch. The way he loves me.Hasalwaysloved me. He’s my escape and my home. My safety. The only person who’s ever gotten me, all of me.

“Harrison,” I whisper between moans, and it comes out urgent because I know just how close we were to losing each other forever.

“I’ll never get tired of hearing you say my fucking name like that,” he says, kissing my neck and nibbling on my earlobe, giving it to me slowly.

“I want this forever,” I admit breathlessly.

“Me too,” he immediately says.

The energy grows more intimate as we make love in the stillness. It’s just us, alone, as one, with a million silent words streaming between us. His mouth on mine is intoxicating, and I’m drunk on him. It was always supposed to be us, just like this. His muscles tremble, and his groans turn to growls. And the warmth chases me, transforms me into someone who doesn’t know what life could be like without this. I don’t want to know ever again, not after watching him and everything we have almost slip through my fingers.

This is too good.We’retoo goodtogether.

“Forever.” My back arches with the insatiable pleasure he gives me every single time we’re together. Emotionally and physically.

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