Fragile Hearts (Poplar Falls #4) - Amber Kelly Page 0,80
her. She grabs my hair and pulls me back to her mouth. Then, she wraps her legs around my hips and holds me in place.
I chuckle.
“I just want to look at you, baby,” I whisper against her lips.
She doesn’t let me up. She nips at my mouth and bites my bottom lip.
“I just want to feel you,” she utters as she slides her hands down the front of my shirt and tugs it loose from my jeans, so she can get to my skin.
I let her explore. She can have whatever she wants.
Her fingertips graze my chest and down my rib cage. She stops at the top of my jeans.
“I want to taste you,” she says as she pushes me to my back. Then, she kisses the space below my belly button as her hands work the button of my jeans.
I take her hair and twist it into my hand, so I can lift it and see her face.
She arches up and pulls the tank up, and I move my hands to help her slide it over her head. Her hair falls down over her bare breasts. I bring my hand to the side of her neck, and her eyes flutter to mine.
“You are exquisite, baby.”
She runs her nails over the hem of my boxers and into the top of my pants.
I grow painfully hard at the contact, and I groan, fighting the urge to take over.
Her slow perusal drives me mad as my body coils tight.
“Are you trying to torture me?” I ask.
She brings her mouth to my ear and whispers, “Maybe.” Then, she sucks my earlobe into her mouth and bites down.
My hips buck up off the bed, and she starts to giggle.
Tease.
I feed my hands into the back of her shorts and slide my finger between her legs. She gasps and arches her back.
She comes up to her knees and grabs the sides of my jeans. I lift my hips, and she yanks them down my thighs. My erection springs free, and she runs a nail over the head. I twitch with anticipation as she firmly wraps her hand around me. Finally, she dips her hot, sweet mouth to circle the tip with her tongue as her hand moves up and down. I fist my hand in her hair and start to massage her scalp as she shallows me deep.
She takes her time, savoring my cock. When I feel myself getting close to losing control, I halt her.
She whimpers as I slide from her lips.
“I want to be inside you when I come.”
She kicks her shorts off, and I flip her onto her back. Her legs fall open, and her glistening core invites me to claim her. I climb her body, and I place a kiss to her lips as I push inside.
She arches her back and offers her chest to my mouth as she starts to move her hips to meet my thrusts.
I lean back and watch her face as her breath grows ragged and her eyes roll back. I grow thicker inside her, and I bring my mouth to her breast, take a taut nipple between my lips, and suck it gently.
Her hand flies to my shoulder and I feel the sharp tip of her fingernails dig in to my flesh as a tremor runs the length of her body.
She moans my name, and it is the sweetest sound I have ever heard. I increase my pace, and her legs start to tremble as I circle her clit with my thumb. She cries out, and I take her mouth and swallow every gasp and moan as I love her. I try to hold on, but I’m too far gone. She raises her hips to drive me deeper and deeper inside.
My release rockets down my spine and into her. She wraps her arms around my neck and bites down hard into the meat of my shoulder as she comes hard.
I continue to ease in and out of her until her body stops quaking and she goes limp in my arms.
I tuck her into my side and pull the sheet over us.
“Say it again,” she murmurs without opening her eyes.
“I love you.”
She smiles a sleepy smile.
“I love you more than doughnuts.”
I bark out a laugh and she grins as her heavy eyelids fall shut.
I watch as she drifts off to sleep.
Then, I follow her into sweet dreams.
Brandt
Six Months Later
“Are you ready? We still have to go pick Mom up,” I call up the stairs.