Chapter 32
Reaching behind me, I slide the patio door closed. Her pupils are blown wide, those pretty pink lips parted. Goddamn she’s so fucking pretty like this. And this damn robe that lets me see just enough to drive me fucking wild imagining her body beneath it.
Palm flat, I slip my hand along her hip and around to her back, applying pressure and urging her closer. Until every inch of this glorious body is pressed flush against mine, all of her softness to my hardness. She gasps sharply, her eyes bouncing between mine. Stroking my thumb along her full lower lip, I groan and dip my head, taking her mouth with my own.
Fucking Christ. The way I want this woman…no, the way I need this woman. It consumes me. Every part of me craves her in a way I can’t explain.
Her arms twine around my neck, pulling me closer, and I’m fucking done for. I grab handfuls of her ass in my palms, squeezing tightly, kneading, stroking. I want my hands on her bare skin.
We kiss until we’re breathless, panting into the semi darkness of the room that surrounds us. One dim lamp is on across the room and the light over the stove is on, too. But the rest of the room is shrouded in shadows, including us.
Turning her so that she’s facing away from me, I lower my hands to the tie at her waist and slowly loosen the knot. I give her plenty of time to stop me if she wants to, but she doesn’t. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly, her back pressed tight to my chest. My heart is hammering wildly beneath my ribs and my cock is so hard I ache with my need for her. Spreading the thin robe wide, I cup her breasts in my palms, squeezing and kneading, then pinching her nipples between my fingers. Her back arches with a soft cry.
“Shhh,” I whisper raggedly, raising one hand to her mouth and covering it lightly. I chuckle against the skin of her neck, where I plant my mouth. “You’re going to have to be quiet, Teddy.”
She nods against my hand, and I lower it, sliding my hands along the bare skin of her waist between her underwear and bra.
“Fuck you’re so soft,” I groan, squeezing my fingers around her waist, the pads of my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her middle. Grinding my hips against her ass, I relish the quiet gasp as she feels how hard I am against her. “Goddamn, Teddy. You drive me crazy, sweetheart. Can I touch you?” I slide my right hand lower, to the band of her underwear. My fingers tease the elastic. “Can I make you come?”
She nods desperately against my chest, her head twisting so she can reach for my mouth with hers. Such a greedy thing.
Sliding my hand beneath the band of her panties, I sink my teeth into her bottom lip when my fingers encounter what I’ve been fucking dreaming about. I tease my fingertips along her lips, circle her clit lightly. She cries out against my mouth and I grin darkly. My beautiful little Teddy is loud. This is going to be fun.
Sinking first one finger inside, I pant against her mouth. “Fuck, Teddy, you’re so wet. Is this all for me, Mama? ”
“Yes,” she cries on a breath, her eyes hazy and heavy lidded as she stares up at me. “Yes, Xander.”
Pushing a second finger deep, she mewls and her knees shake. I band my other arm around her waist, holding her steady as I pump my fingers inside her hot channel, her inner muscles clenching around me. Goddamn she’s fucking perfect. I push deep, flicking my fingers over her G-Spot, and she shudders against me, a sharp cry escaping her. Naughty thing.
“Shhh,” I breathe against her temple, my eyes flicking to the hallway and the closed doors beyond it. I slide my hand up from her middle to cover her mouth lightly, but the fingers of my other hand never cease. I’m so hard it hurts, and I’m sure I’m leaking in my boxer briefs. The walls of her pussy are squeezing my fingers, little fluttering convulsions that tell me she’s close, and when she goes over, it’s going to be hard. She pants through her nose, her body curving in on itself as I draw her closer against my chest, and I can feel her heart hammering through her back. Fuck I want to feel her come on my fingers, my tongue, my dick. “I’m going to make you come, Teddy, but you need to be quiet, beautiful. Can you do that for me? Or do I need to keep my hand here?”
She nods against my hand, then shakes it, mumbling something unintelligible. I grin against her temple before ducking my head and pressing my open mouth to the curve of her neck, where it meets with her shoulder. I pump my fingers inside her, flicking the pad of my middle finger on that spot, and then her body bows in on itself again as she detonates on my hand. Her knees start to buckle and I tighten my arms around her, holding her up against me, my hand still clamped over her mouth as she lets loose a raw cry of pleasure.
The muffled sound is nearly my undoing; I will remember the sound of her coming for the rest of my days. Her inner walls are pulsing, squeezing my fingers so tightly I groan against her neck. Fucking hell, she feels so good .
“Such a good girl,” I breathe against the skin of her neck, continuing to pump my fingers inside her, slow and deep, drawing out her orgasm and prolonging it. She shudders against my chest, her own chest heaving. I release her mouth when I’m sure she’s done being loud—god forbid one of her kids wake up and walk in on this —and she pants raggedly into the fragile darkness of the room that surrounds us.
I can smell her, feel her drenching my hand that’s still stuffed inside her panties and lazily stroking inside her. I’m hard as stone pressed against the soft roundness of her ass and she grinds back against me. I bite down on her neck, scraping my teeth against her skin and she gasps sharply, her walls tightening around my fingers in reaction. I growl against her neck. “Fuck. Teddy .”
I pull my fingers out of her, and she watches, her eyes impossibly wide, as I bring those fingers to my mouth and suck. Her taste is like heaven and hell all rolled into one. I want to taste her from the source.
Dropping my other hand from her mouth, I collar her throat with my palm, holding her against me as I kiss her like a man possessed.
“Xander,” she pants raggedly. “Fuck me. Please.”
I’ve waited years to have this woman, and I have her in my arms, begging for me. How am I supposed to tell her no when she asks so nicely?
“Bedroom,” I rasp against her mouth. “I want you naked on the bed with these thighs spread open for me so I can eat this pretty pink pussy. Can you do that for me, Mama?”