Chapter 26 #2
She’s left the lamp on her bedside table lit.
I set her on the bed in the circle of that glow, then close the drapes and turn on another lamp.
I want to see everything, and I’m guessing my expression says as much because she arches a brow and gives me a knowing look.
Grinning, I toe off my shoes, then reach for her house slippers, tossing them out of the way.
Her skirt goes next. I’m gentle as I can be, drawing it down her legs to bare them.
I love her legs. She reminds me of those vintage pinup posters her roommate, Sarah, had on her walls.
“You’re just going to strip us,” Pen asks, amused.
“Not yet.” I climb on the bed, resting my back against the headboard, and haul her onto my lap, enjoying the way she yelps and laughs. “We get naked too soon and it’s all over.”
“Oh, really?” She smiles at me, setting her hands on my chest. The touch is a bit shy but also proprietary. After waiting for so long for those touches, my body all but strains toward her.
This isn’t some quick hookup to scratch a horny itch. This is Penelope. Every time she puts her hands or mouth on me I fucking melt. Imagine that.
“Why are you smiling,” she asks softly.
“I got you on my lap.”
She laughs. Then tugs my shirt. “I get the ‘not yet naked’ thing. But . . . take this off. I want to see you.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I reach behind me, grab the collar, and yank the offending shirt away. It flies to the corner of the room.
“Oh, my.” Her expression turns covetous.
Soft hands slide over my chest, along my arms. I clutch her hips and let her play, shivering with each pass.
“I’ve wanted to touch you like this,” she confesses, her attention on my body.
That’s it. I clasp the back of her neck and draw her near. Her mouth is soft and lush. And I find myself making a noise of pure want, licking into her slick warmth, sucking the full curve of her bottom lip.
I imagined kissing Penelope Morrow countless times.
For years. The reality of being able to sink into her mouth, kiss her at my leisure releases something deep inside me.
I want her more than I want to breathe, but I’m good with staying right here, learning her mouth, the sounds she makes, the way she moves and grasps at my shoulders like she needs to hang on.
The room is warm and quiet as we learn each other.
I grow heavy and tight with want. She leans fully on me as we make out, our kisses growing deeper, wilder.
I suck on her tongue, and she whimpers, angling her head to get in more.
Then she does the same to me. It feels so good, I’m groaning, gripping her tight.
Holding her hips, I slide my leg between hers and rock her back and forth over the length of my thigh.
Letting her ride. She grinds on my leg with little jerking rocks that I don’t think she’s fully aware of.
I lose time. There’s just her mouth, her body, her.
I don’t know how long we go on. I can’t seem to stop kissing her.
Sweat breaks out on my skin, hers blooms hot and damp.
The need to feel more of it has me easing her shirt up and over her head.
The glossy dark cloud of her hair settles over delicate shoulders.
I take my first look and almost swallow my tongue.
Her bra is candy apple–red lace and holding two round creamy breasts that nearly spill out into my panting face. Jesus. I run a shaking hand along her tiny waist, up to those perfect, sweet tits.
“You’re staring,” she says.
“I’ll probably be doing that a lot,” I rasp. My hands aren’t steady as I cup her there.
We both make a sound of pleasure. She’s firm but soft, and I’m in heaven. I didn’t even know I was a boob man until now. I think it’s her. Nature made the perfect pair just for me.
Pen lets me fondle her with an amused but flushed expression. Unable to help myself, I groan and lean forward to kiss the deep swelling valley those pretty tits make. I kiss each one with reverence. Pen makes a needy little sound, squirming on my lap. My hard-on pulses beneath her peachy ass.
She’s so sensitive. Little goose bumps break out on her skin as I nuzzle along the edges of her bra. She smells like honey.
“You like this?” I murmur.
“Yes.” It comes out in breathless wonder.
Well, then. I’ll have to give her more attention.
Reaching around to her back, my fingers find the clasp of her bra and flick it open.
She shrugs a shoulder, letting the straps fall.
I watch rapt, mouth open—most likely panting.
Red lace slides down ivory skin, stopping like a taunt on the tips.
Pen’s smile is a siren’s as she slowly lowers the bra and reveals herself.
I whimper, an actual whimper. They’re perfect, soft and round, the color of cream. Tight little nipples like honest-to-god rosebuds.
“Fuck.” I need a moment. I can’t . . . My hands cup her and lift those sweet buds to my waiting mouth.
I lick one nipple, then the other. Each time she gasps, arches up to get more.
And I’m lost. I suck one into my mouth as deep as it can get.
My fingers pluck at the other nipple, caress and fondle those plush tits.
Lick and suck. Loving how she moans and writhes, holding my head to her, demanding I pay proper homage.
I am converted. The most ardent acolyte.
“August?”
Dimly, I hear the faint whisper. I cup a breast in my hand and lash the rosy nipple with my tongue. “Yes.”
“August?”
“Present.” I could feast here for hours. But her touch on my cheek has me lifting my head to meet her wry gaze. Her cheeks are flushed, lids lowered over dark eyes glossy with desire.
“August, I’ve waited this long, you can fuck me now.”
Those words. It snaps me out of my fog and takes my breath.
“Sweets, Jesus, you’re going to undo me.” My lips ghost over hers because I can’t be this close and not kiss her. But I need to focus. This time is all about her. And I can’t be distracted.
“I am absolutely going to fuck you. A lot. As much and as often as you’ll let me. But you told me this was an act of trust for you. Will you trust me now? To take the lead here and make it good for you? I promise I won’t let you down.”
“Okay.”
That’s all I need to hear. I ease her back onto the bed, and she lies on her side, watching with interest while I rip off my jeans—I’m too fucking hot to keep them on now.
Taking her in my arms, I kiss her until she’s melting against me once more.
My hands roam back to her breasts that tickle my chest, down the soft curve of her belly.
All the while, my mouth moves with hers.
Kisses that soothe, kisses that cajole, that tell her how fucking much I worship her.
She trembles when my hand slips under the band of her panties.
And then I’m the one trembling. Because she’s so wet.
Slick and swollen. God, I want to see her pussy.
Spread those plush thighs and drink her in.
But she’s never been touched here. Never been exposed that way.
If it kills me, I’m going to take it slow.
With as much care as I can, I find the pearl of her clit and run a finger along its plump rise. Pen groans long and low, pressing herself against the pillows as her hips rise to meet me. It’s fucking beautiful.
“Oh, God! That’s sooo . . .” She pants, rocking her hips.
“You like that?” I don’t recognize my voice, it’s so guttural. I work her in small circles, adding more fingers.
She tosses her head, sweat-slicked hair sticking to her cheeks. “Yes. So much. I feel it . . .”
“Where?” I dip a finger just inside. Sweet mercy, she’s tight. Pulsing with heat. I almost lose it. I slide back out to find her clit again. “Here? Do you feel it here in this slick little button?”
“Hmm.” It’s a whimpered affirmative.
“And here?” I sink into her again, a little deeper, and her snug canal clenches tight.
“God, there. August!” She grips my arms, eyes wide. “More.”
I’ll give her everything I have. I find her slack mouth, suckle her bottom lip, my fingers playing. “Everything, Penelope.”
Pen
There are things about sex that I never fully understood.
Such as how the sight of my own nakedness, dewy and flushed with perspiration and sprawled out on the bed with August’s hand pushed down my panties would turn me on.
I feel wanton, swollen full of lust and need.
Every movement seems exaggerated, my skin more sensitive.
The breaths he takes gust over the tight buds of my nipples, and I shiver.
Yet I’m so very hot, like I might soon melt into the bedding.
His open mouth brushes wetly against my nipple once more, and I groan, arching up into the touch, wiggling slightly to get more, more.
God, the way his fingers slip-slide over my throbbing clit—my thighs clench tightly, trapping his hand, urging him on, begging for relief—and I shudder, so close.
As if he knows I’m about to break, his touch turns light, teasing, as his lips coast along my neck toward my panting mouth.
“Bastard,” I say weakly before touching my lips to his. “You’re doing that on purpose.”
His answering chuckle is rich butterscotch, decadent and dark. He kisses me softly, deeply, and not enough. “It’s better when you’re desperate for it.”
Hazy with desire, I manage to open my eyes and meet his gaze. His is equally foggy with need, but he keeps hold of his control. It costs him—I can see it in the tremors along his arms and the way he keeps swallowing quick and hard. But he’s managing it, just.
“I’m going to return the favor one day,” I warn him with a rasping whisper.
He smiles tightly. “Oh, honey, I’m counting on that.” With gentle movements, he pulls his hand from my panties and then eases them down my legs. I’m too needy to even feel a moment’s embarrassment.
When I’m fully naked, August stops and simply stares. “Penelope,” he breathes. “You are a dream made real.”