Page 72 of Taking the Pitch
God,why am I so hot?
That’s the first thought that pops into my head when I wake up. The second, did last night really happen? I try to stretch, but an arm is pinning me down and there’s a very large, very warm body spooning me, preventing me from rolling to my back.
Yup, it happened.
I replay the night in my head, expecting to feel regret, but all I find is contentment. Something I haven’t felt in years.
After I avoided Judd’s statement about me feeling something between us, he changed the subject, much to my relief. It’s not that I don’t feel something because I do. It just scares me that I do.
“Stop thinking so hard,” Judd mumbles into my neck.
I suck in a startled breath. “Jesus, I didn’t know you were awake.”
“You woke me up with all that thinking you’re doing,” he says, stretching. His morning wood poking me in the back.
“I did not,” I grumble, turning over to look at him. “How did you know I was thinking, anyway?”
He pulls me closer and tucks me into his chest, resting his chin on my head. “Because your body tenses up and your breathing changes.”
Shit, he’s right. The fact that he already knows that means he’s been paying attention to me more than I realized. And that he even noticed it to begin with? He cares.
“See, you’re doing it again.” His voice thick with sleep.
“Sorry,” I apologize, snuggling into him more.
Judd runs his hand up and down my naked back. “You have nothing to apologize for, Mills. Just know you can talk to me about anything, ok?”
I nod into his chest and feel him give me a kiss on my head. “Good. Now, I’m starving. It’s time for breakfast.”
Judd tips my chin up and kisses me roughly. Snaking his arm around my waist, he pulls me on top of him without breaking the kiss. I grind my pussy against his already hard cock, making him growl.
“You. On my face. Now,” he demands, breaking the kiss.
“Um, what?”
“Sit on my face, Amelia.”
I’m sorry, do what now? No, there’s no way I am sitting on his face. “Yeah, that’s not going to happen. I’ll suffocate you, I’ll–”
A loud smack echoes through the room, and I gasp in shock. “Did you justspankme?” and do Ilikeit?
He rubs the spot with his hand, soothing the sting. “Don’t make me spank you again, pretty girl. Be a good girl and sit on my face.”
Moving the pillows, Judd scoots down from the headboard and lifts an eyebrow at me. “Amelia.”
I scramble to my knees and look at Judd, trying to figure out how to do this andnotkill him. “Just put your knee here,” he says, taking mercy on me and not punishing me for not movingfast enough and pointing to the spot by his face. “And straddle my face. Grab onto the headboard to steady yourself.”
I do as he says. Once I’m kneeling over his face, Judd wraps both arms around my thighs and spreads me open. “Mmm, alreadysowet for me,” he murmurs. “Widen your knees and lower yourself down.”
“But I’ll squish you,” I croak out, already liking the feel of this new position.
“You won’t Amelia, I promise. If I need you to get up, I’ll tap this leg twice like this, got it?” he says, tapping my right leg twice.
I nod. “Got it.” I spread my knees, lowering myself further onto Judd’s face.
“Good girl,” he mumbles into my pussy. His tongue sweeps out and gives me a long lick.
My hips involuntarily jerk forward, and I grind into his face. “Oh, oh my God.” Being spread open like this on top of someone’s face is not something I’ve experienced before.
