chimes in and I mentally give myself the finger.
I toss Betsy a new bone because she goes through them like M&M’s and then I make my way over to London, who is now sitting comfortably on my sofa, the movie queued up on the screen with some dude and some chick standing awkwardly waving while confetti rains down around them.
“Tell me about this movie.” I press play on the remote, sitting down beside her, and the second I turn away from the television to her, she looks worried. “What?”
“The mother is dead in this.”
“Huh?”
She clears her throat. “I just remembered. There is this little boy who is living with his stepdad because his mother just died.”
“And you think almost twenty years later, I’m going to crumble like a gingerbread cookie and fall apart over that?”
She blows out a breath. “I’m just mentioning it.”
I lean in and kiss her sweet, far too considerate mouth. “I’m fine, London. A full grown-up and everything. Besides, my mom didn’t die. The bitch is still out there somewhere.”
Evidently that’s the wrong thing to say because London’s eyes grow glassy and she looks at me like she wants to fix all my broken pieces. She doesn’t yet understand that I don’t need her to fix me; I just need her. Period. The end.
“How’s this, firefly,” I whisper, kissing the corner of her frown. “I splay you out, lick your pussy until you come on my face while you suck my cock, but we angle you so you can watch your film all the while?”
“A dirty sixty-nine while watching a chick flick?”
“Sound good?”
“Sounds great. That seriously might just be one of my filthy fantasies come true.”
I cock an eyebrow. “Now you’re just messing with me.”
“Kinda but not really. I honestly have never envisioned such a scenario, but now that I am, I’m on board.”
My mouth possesses hers in a rough kiss that has her panting by the time I pull away. “Stand up,” I command, and she instantly obeys. It makes me insanely hard. Everything about London has me yearning.
“You’re very bossy,” she comments, and I laugh.
“Do you not like it?”
“I love it. I’m just… a little surprised, I guess.”
“When you knew me as a teenager, I always felt out of control with everything. Now as a man, I thrive on it. Especially with this.” I run my hand across her belly. “Pull off your sweater and then remove your pants.”
She emits a shaky breath and then quickly gets to work on her clothes. Then she’s standing before me in nothing but her panties while the television spews some stuff in British accents. Her head turns in that direction and my hands clasp her hips, my fingers on her ass cheeks as I guide her forward, my nose pressing in on her pussy and inhaling deeply.
My mouth pools and my cock thickens as I slide her panties down until they’re on the floor. My tongue comes out, taking a taste that has her moaning, her hands fisting my hair as she rocks into my face.
“Take your bra off and lie down for me, legs spread.”
“If I didn’t explain this just now, I really like this side of you. The sexy, controlling, dirty talking one.”
I look up into her soft, playful smile and kiss her belly. “If I didn’t tell you this earlier, I really like everything about you, London.”
Her smile grows, her eyes sparkling as she leans down and kisses me. Not in a frenzied, we’re about to get it on way. But in a deep, passionate, and intense way that tells me I’m not alone in this. That maybe, somehow, there could be more for us.
With my hands on her ass, I shift until I’m on my back and bring her pussy over my face. She tries to move, tries to angle herself so she can complete the dirty sixty-nine we just talked about, but if her mouth even comes anywhere near my cock, I’ll lose focus, and right now, I want to make my girl come.
“Miles,” she gasps as my tongue starts to flick her clit, sucking it into my mouth and sliding two fingers inside her. She’s soaked, already dripping down my hand. I growl into her, unable to hold it back. My fingers pump into her, picking up speed as my tongue licks her.
But my girl is undeterred.
Just as eager and hungry for me as I am for her.
She climbs off me, despite my protests and attempts to stop her. She gives me