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“I can’t wait to watch how you take me, Nova.” He rolls his hips against mine, his cock hitting just right. I could come like this and he knows it. His smile is all predator, his easy charm replaced with something else. Something a little darker. Desperate. He leans forward and drops his mouth to mine.
“No more teasing. It’s my turn now.”
11
CHARLIE
There’s a paintingon the second floor of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, back in the corner of the twentieth-century European section. A woman brushing her hair. Pale pink flowers exploding from the window behind her, and her golden waves draped over her shoulder.
Nova looks exactly like that painting as she moves beneath me, her hair loose, flowers on her skin instead of the sheets behind her. Pleasure makes her light up like a solar flare, her body rocking against mine eagerly.
“Where do you need me?” I ask her, my voice rumbling out of me in a rough growl. I press my palm to her hip and let my thumb trail beneath her belly button to the heat between her legs. “Do you need me right here? Hmm?”
I can’t believe I get to see her like this. Bra twisted beneath her breasts and those damn sock/tight things slipping down her thighs. I want to take off her clothes until she’s nothing but bare skin and delicate ink. I want to leave everything exactly where it is.
I want too much, all at once.
“I thought you said no more teasing,” she breathes into my ear, the rasp in her voice making everything inside me pull tight. Christ, I can usually hold myself together better than this.
Not with Nova, apparently.
“It’s called foreplay,” I tell her with a laugh, my hips still grinding against hers. We’ve barely touched and it’s already the best sex of my life. I’m honestly afraid of what might happen if I take my pants off.
She lets out a low sigh and her eyelashes flutter against her cheeks. She moves against me harder, her leg curling around my thigh. I nip at her jaw. “You gonna come for me, Nova girl? So soon?”
“Don’t sound smug.”
I’m not smug, I’m captivated. She blinks open heavy eyes and watches me move over her.
“Put your mouth back on me?” She threads her fingers through my hair and guides me to her chest. I go very willingly, nuzzling at the rose on her sternum before dragging my jaw against her breast. I pinch her nipple between two knuckles and she makes a gasping sound.
“God,” she breathes. “That’s—um. That’s very good.”
I make a half-moon with my teeth just below her rosy nipple. I like leaving my mark next to all the others. Her back arches up. I grin. “Are you going to thank me for it?”
She smiles, tilting her head against the bed. We’ve somehow managed to flip ourselves so we’re almost hanging off the bottom, our legs up by the pillows. We’re impatient, grasping for one other. Shifting and rolling and tugging at whatever clothes are left. I brace one of my socked feet on the floor so I can drive into her harder, moving above her like we’re already fucking.
Her hands slip from my shoulder blades to my biceps, gripping me there. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
I laugh and reach under her for the clasp of her bra, frustrated with the twisted lace. It gives and I fling it over my shoulder. “I like everything you do, Nova.”
Her face softens at that, a pleased little smile that’s completely at odds with that flushed and panting picture she makes beneath me. I slip my hand back between us to the front of her underwear, and her smile tumbles into a rough laugh.
“Thank you, Charlie,” she breathes right against my ear. She tips her legs open wider, and I nudge her underwear to the side, touching where she’s warm and wet. I make an embarrassing noise when I feel her, but I don’t care. It’s Nova. She’s already seen me moonwalk in a reindeer costume at the tree farm during the holiday season. I’m not trying to impress her.
I’m just trying to make her come.
“You’re so wet. Is all of this for me?”
She hums, eyes closed, hips moving into my touch. “I’m thinking about John Stamos.”
I grin. “He must be doing it for you, then.”
Nova’s eyes blink open, gazing up at me. “Yeah,” she breathes. She reaches down and curls her hand around my wrist, urging my hand harder against her. Her hips rock into me, controlling me from below. Taking her own pleasure.
It’s hot as fuck.
“Yeah, he’s doing it for me.”
