way am I letting her escape after just reading that. It’s physically impossible for a woman to take a man that far back in her throat without gagging and I’d never met a woman who enjoyed giving a blow-job, let alone get off from one.
“Seriously, Addison, we need to discuss the mechanics of sex.”
She’s pinching my arms trying to get out of my embrace.
“I’d be happy to show you a few things, you know, give you a pointer or two.”
“Ouch!” I instantly release her and she jumps to her feet. “I can’t believe you just bit me.”
“Suck it, Offside!” Huffing she stands up straight and storms off, book in hand, as she goes back to her place.
Getting off the hard concrete floor, I check to see if Addison has drawn blood with her teeth. Rubbing at my chest, completely missing the bite mark and roaming over where my heart is frantically beating, I tell myself the erratic pulse is from being hustled to the ground by a pixie-sized peacock. But that is a weak excuse for the real reason she sets my heart on fire, and I know, my resolve is waning. If I don’t make a move soon, we both may combust.
I have to get out of here, meet Reed at the track and go see Emily, but I want to make sure I didn’t piss my favorite dirty bird off too much. Throwing on my shirt and pulling my beanie down over my ears, I open my front door to head over and apologize. Addison is standing there, her hand up and ready to knock. Leaning against my doorframe, I cross my arms over my chest, very curious as to why she‘s here.
She steps from foot to foot, crosses and uncrosses her arms and finally meets my eyes. “I’m sorry I bit you.”
“I’m not.”
Her eyes meet mine, confused.
Stepping out of my doorway and bending down so we are face to face, I very quietly tell her. “You can bite me anytime you feel like it, Addison.”
Blinking at me, she stands still for a few seconds before she slightly nods. Turning back down the hall, I stop her. “I have to go run an errand.”
Looking at me over her shoulder, she eyes me curiously.
“But I’ll be home later.”
He’ll be home later? I turn ready to level some snide remark in his direction. The sexual tension is too much. I still haven’t tackled requirement number three and it’s all Damian’s fault. I think about him morning, noon and night, his bare chest and stellar abs the first sight I see every morning. But, there’s something up, some reason he hasn’t pushed us further than friends, and I’m going to find out what it is.
He steps outside and in three strides, he’s standing in front of me, his eyes intense and focused directly on mine. My breath comes slow and precise as he lifts a hand to my face, brushing a strand of hair to the side, his thumb sliding along my skin as he moves. My breath catches on an inhale, my lips slightly parting as his hand roams through my hair, his palm cupping the back of my head and he lowers his face to mine, never breaking eye contact. “Addison,” he whispers, right before he kisses me, his firm lips moving against mine, his tongue slipping inside and his hands cascading down my back, holding me tight.
I’m startled at first, surprised that after a month of teasing, he’s finally made a move, and . . . I’m lost, completely immersed in a kiss that feels like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. His warm mouth takes total control, his tongue sensually dancing with mine, and a desperate groan releases from the back of his throat. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I exhale, moaning, and he grips me stronger, lifting me off the floor, and melding our bodies together.
I’ve kissed a lot of men, but nothing has ever felt like this, like I’m floating, weightless in a world that has tied me down for so long, I finally feel like I’m free.
I’m about to wrap my legs around his hips, suggest we move this inside when he gently places me back on the ground, my feet slowly connecting with the concrete, his hands moving to cup my face as he slows the kiss and slightly pulls away, his teeth nipping at my bottom lip as he goes. His breathing is jagged, his chest moving slowly in and out against