Chapter Eight
Bones
Pinning Sunny to the tiles, I kiss her like her light can keep the dark clouds of my life at bay.
Every breathless gasp and twist of her tongue has me descending deeper inside myself, to a raw place of urgency and remorseless predatory yearning.
Holding her face in my hands, I devour her like I’ll never be able to get enough.
She tastes like a tantalizing mix of Fanta and sweet, secret desire.
Sunny moans into my mouth, her warm breath caressing my lips, and it arouses me in ways I’ve never dared imagine.
Conflict sparks within my heart... The need to possess and dominate my Daisy Girl to within an inch of her life, while also cherishing and protecting her has my head spinning, my pulse racing, and my cunt aching with truly frustrating levels of need.
Just like when I’m in a fight, I automatically shut it all down.
It’s like I’m switching off a computer or turning down the volume on an intrusive song.
Sunny is all I focus on. She’s all I allow to exist in the haze of my lust-addled mind.
There’s just us, skin to skin, the warm water cascading over our naked bodies as my mouth traces a path down the fair skin of her throat.
My lips snag a desperately hard pink nipple, and I swirl my tongue around it, suckling it, savoring it like a tasty ripe berry, before tweaking her other nipple.
Sunny sucks in a breath, her eyes wide as she trembles beneath my touch.
I can’t help but smile as I nudge her thighs apart with my knee.
“Are you going to be a good girl and come for me again?” I purr, abandoning her delicious buds.
“Two orgasms is a good start, but we’re not done with the day yet. ..”
“This will be three,” Sunny pants, her kiss-swollen lips parted as her hands run down my shoulders and arms.
“Three?” I ask, my mind a whirl. “When?” Sunny’s cheeks flare an even brighter shade of pink and she teases that plump, sexy bottom lip of hers between her teeth.
With a smirk, I pinch her clit, before rewarding her with the pressure of my thumb.
Sunny yelps in the enclosed space and it’s sinfully adorable.
“What were you saying, baby?” I tease. Holding her sapphire blue gaze, I rub the most sensitive part of her until her eyes roll back and she cranes her neck, thrusting against my hand in frenzied desperation.
“It was on the bike,” she breathes, her breath quickening as I play her with the precision of a concert violinist. “Remember, you heard me come on your Harley.”
My heart almost stops in my chest at the memory and I swallow hard, my own clit throbbing to the point of thigh-crushing need.
“Fuck, yes, I remember! It was the single most sexy thing I’ve ever heard.
” With renewed vigor, I work her hard, knowing the most sinful ways to please a woman by heart.
It’s wickedly hot watching her writhe against the wall, my very own pretty doll to play with.
Sunny might not know what she wants yet.
It’s early days ... but she will. I feel it in the pit of my gut, and as we burn together in the fires of passion, I force her to come for a fourth time.
“Fuck!” Sunny cries, the word stretched out until her voice cracks on the knife edge of ecstasy.
She shatters against me like a porcelain vase crashing to the ground, or a sapphire wave breaking against the shore to paint the sand in frothy, glittering foam.
Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes glazed, and her whole body shivers in the wake of her release like a leaf dancing in the wind.
It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I commit the memory to mind like an ancient priestess carving sacred sigils into stone for all time.
I want to consume her until she forgets her past—until she screams my name at the top of her lungs for everyone in the fucking chop shop to hear .
.. but apparently my little honey-haired sweetheart has other plans as she gathers her strength.
“No,” she says, her gaze snapping to mine with sudden, unmistakable clarity.
She seizes me by the shoulders as I move to get to my knees.
“It’s your turn.” Sunny spins me around and guides me to the wall, then sinks to her knees in my place.
“You can’t have all the fun,” she tuts, putting on a cheeky and unimpressed inflection.
And then I feel the warmth of her tongue swirling around my aching clit, and I forget my own fucking name.
My hands travel over my body of their own accord, my fingers splaying to massage my breasts before rolling my tender nipples between forefingers and thumbs.
“Oh, my god,” I moan, my legs trembling as Sunny savors me, worshipping me with her deceptively talented mouth.
She nibbles and strokes, teasing me with her teeth and tongue until I’m wracking my brain to recall the last time a woman made me feel so good.
A blur of faces swim through my mind’s eye, but not a single one sticks.
No one has ever revved my engine quite like Sunny.
And I don’t even know this chick’s surname!
But what the fuck does it matter? I know what I feel and it’s not just about sex.
Sunny is incredibly beautiful and ticks all my boxes, but it’s more than that.
There’s a connection between us, an unmistakable, unfakable chemistry . .. and I know she feels it too.
Two fingers slide inside me, curling toward my G-spot and I brace myself in the cubicle. “Oh, fuck,” I gasp. “Yes. God, yes.”
“There’s no god here,” Sunny answers, her wit sharp liked honed steel despite her bright nature. “There’s no one here but you and me, and we’re not leaving until I get to taste you too.”
My heart gallops and I roll my hips, thrusting toward her tongue.
Her little show of defiance and dominance is erotic and cute all at once and only serves to make me adore her even more.
“Oh, Sunny,” I moan. Her name sounds so beautiful falling from my lips that it overwhelms me.
It’s the only name I ever want on my lips again. “Fuck.”
My backpack beauty gives and gives, delving deep and slow, until I swear her tongue must be numb!
But she doesn’t stop. She pushes me higher than I’ve ever been, coaxing me toward a precipice I didn’t even know existed.
It’s like a whole secret world hidden beyond a hidden door.
It’s an experience on another level. There’s coming and then there’s whatever the fuck this is.
“Oh, fuck. Sunny!” Sparkling lights explode behind my eyelids and my pussy spasms with such violence that my whole body shakes, my feet almost slipping from under me.
I gasp for breath, my eyes wild, before I rest my head back against the tiles and slam the wall with a series of back-handed fists.
Each strike acts as a grounding anchor holding me steadfast against a kaleidoscope of color that threatens to drag me away into a void of disembodied pleasure.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I’ve never experienced anything as painfully and deliriously intense in my life.
I feel like I’m dead on my feet and full of living, crackling electricity all at once. Holy fucking shit.