Listen To Me - Kristen Proby Page 0,35
if you keep that up, I won’t be able to stay still. God, you’re fucking wet.”
“Just looking at your hard body makes me wet. But add your mouth on me in the mix, and I’m dripping wet.”
“God, baby.” His hips begin to move now, slowly, in and out, and it’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever felt. “Your pussy hugs my cock perfectly.”
I grin and clench down, delighted when his eyes cross.
“I kind of love turning you on,” I gasp.
“I’m past turned on,” he growls, and lays his lips against mine, kissing me deep and slow as his body makes love to me. He’s sped up, his hips rocking against mine, his pubis hitting my clit with every thrust.
“God, Jake, I’m gonna come.”
“Good.” He grins against my mouth. His eyes are open and watching me. “Come, Addison.”
I can only watch him as he picks up the speed again, thrusting in earnest. Every nerve in my body is on high alert, and I feel the explosion building at the base of my spine, until I can’t hold it back anymore. I arch my back, curling my toes, digging my nails into the skin of his arms, as I fall apart.
“So goddamn amazing,” he growls and pushes twice more before stopping, balls deep, and comes hard, groaning in my ear.
We are an exhausted, panting, sweaty mess as he rolls away, but he keeps me with him, still inside me, pulling me on top of him.
“I’m too heavy to stay on top of you, and I want to stay inside you,” he says and hugs me tight. “Thank you.”
“For what?” I frown up at him.
“I’m inside you. And I’m grateful.”
I smile and kiss his chin, then push up against his chest so I can kiss his lips thoroughly. I can’t help but circle my hips at the same time, and smile widely as I feel him begin to stiffen inside me again.
“Round two,” I mutter and slide back and forth. He grips my hips tightly in his hands, most likely leaving little fingertip-size bruises, and that makes me almost giddy.
I can’t wait to see them later.
“You have a naughty smile on that gorgeous face,” he says, then moans when I reach down and circle my clit as I ride him.
“I’m a naughty girl,” I reply before biting my lip.
“So noted.”
Chapter Eight
Jake
I reach for her, but where she should be tucked up against me is cold. She’s been out of bed for a while, thwarting my intentions to fuck her into the mattress this morning.
Which is fine. I’ll just find her and carry her back here. I lie still and listen, hoping to hear her in the shower. Some playtime in the water could also be fun, but the condo is quiet.
And then it occurs to me: I smell food.
She’s making breakfast.
I’m going to marry her. Today.
I slide from the bed and pull on my boxer briefs, then pad out of the bedroom to the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
And then I come to a complete stop, staring in wonder at the gorgeous woman in the kitchen. Her back is to me. She’s piled her hair on top of her head, with messy, loose tendrils falling out of it. She’s in my T-shirt from last night, which hangs only low enough to cover the majority of her ass, but the very bottom of it where her ass and thighs meet, and her black panties, show, making my morning semi an official hard-on.
She’s swaying her hips side to side as she mixes something in a bowl. A waffle iron is set up next to her, heating.
And she’s humming.
Completely off-key.
God, she’s adorable.
She turns toward the sink that sits in the island separating us, her lip sunk between her perfect teeth, then yelps when she sees me standing here.
“Didn’t mean to startle you,” I say quietly, all of my emotions suddenly a jumbled mess. Her face is clean of any makeup, that blond hair a halo around her face. My T-shirt looks amazing on her.
And she’s cooking for me. I don’t remember a woman I’ve been intimate with ever cooking for me. Certainly not breakfast, because I’m sure to rush out as soon as I can. But seeing this woman, cooking for me, makes my heart ache in the sweetest way.
God, I’ve become such a softie. Max would have a field day if he heard my thoughts.
“It’s okay, I was deep in thought.” She sighs, washes her hands, and offers me a sweet smile. “I