“Fuck, Meg,” I manage as liquid heat floods my core. “You’re going to kill me.”
She caresses up the top of both my thighs and walks her knees closer. There’s no rug to cushion her in this part of the room, so I grab a pillow and tuck it beneath her. Then I take her face in my hands and kiss her, my tongue sweeping past her lips. I savor her soft exhale and her gentle grip on my thighs. Her soft lips embrace mine in a slow, sensual kiss that turns my anticipation into something sharp, almost painful. When she pulls back, her pretty blueeyes are lit with hunger and such trust, my heart snaps painfully in my chest.
She wraps her fingers around me and strokes, tentative, her hold light, like a tease. It’s maddening, but I tell myself to be patient. The first brush of her lips on me makes me groan. Then she takes me inside, and my world explodes.
I release a throaty hum, the pleasure decadent. I don’t know what’s better. The view, or the tight heat of her lips around me.
She works to take me deeper. Fuck is it good.
I gather her hair at the back of her head. “This okay?”
She pulls off me with a shy smile. “Yeah.”
I lift her chin so our eyes lock. “Promise you’ll tell me if it’s not?”
A look I can’t read flickers in her gaze. “It’s good so far.”
“Let’s keep it that way.”
She lowers down, swallowing my cock until it taps the back of her throat.
“Fuck!” I grit out.
She rises and falls, swirling a little with her tongue, her mouth like hot velvet. I pant, one hand braced behind me on the bed and the other cradling the nape of her neck, my fingers deep in her hair. I urge her faster, and she fucking moans.
“Baby, you’re doing so good.” I suck in a breath, trying to hold on. “I’m gonna come. Can you swallow for me?”
She hums her reply.
Fucking hell, this can’t be real.
I want to draw out every drop of anticipation. Memorize the sexy slurp of her lips around my length, the pink blush on her cheeks, the tight yearning in my core. But it’s impossible, not when she’s lighting up every nerve ending with her hungry mouth.
I thrust slow and firm and hold her still as I release, pleasure vibrating through me, intense and so sweet. Decadent.
Watching her work to swallow me is going to be my undoing. “Christ,” I pant, sliding my hand free.
She shifts back and rests her cheek on my thigh, her breaths quick. I comb her long hair off her face and cup her chin.
She gazes up at me, lips puffy and her eyes full of a tenderness that sinks all the way down to my toes. I glide my thumb over her plump bottom lip.
“You okay?”
She licks the seam of her mouth. “Is that…how you like it?”
I wince. “Too much?” I slide my hands to her waist and lift her back to my lap. The warm weight of her body is the anchor I need in this moment. Could it be hers, too?
She traps her bottom lip between her teeth. “I liked it,” she says. “I liked being what you needed. I liked…” Her gorgeous face is so still, her eyes so trusting. It’s a look that makes me want things I shouldn’t. “What you called me.”
I caress the side of her gorgeous face with the backs of my fingers. “My good girl?”
Her cheeks redden. “I liked knowing I was doing it right.”
I press my lips to hers for a soft kiss. “As if you could ever do it wrong.”
Her lips brush mine, and we kiss again, warming the hollow space behind my breastbone. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve someone like Meg in my life, only that I’m not wasting a single second of whatever time we’ll have.
I rock to my feet, lifting her with me.
