Page 28 of When the Walls Come Down
The heathen was challenging me—and sure as fuck, it worked. In one fell swoop, I rolled her under me, and she squealed.
“Oh, I’m not too old to wear you out.”
“Then shut up, take your damn pants off, and prove it.”
It was all the instruction I needed. I couldn’t deny that I probably wasn’t going to last long the first go-around, but what this smartass blond goddess didn’t know was that my work ethic was incomparable. I never stopped until the job was done. Tonight’s job was hearing her say my name as I found her pleasure.
She talked a big don’t-hold-back game, but I wasn’t the only one who needed to just let go.
I kicked my shoes off and toed off my socks. Pants were shed, both hers and mine. Until all that was left were the two of us on top of my mattress in our underwear. I bit my lip, noticing in the pale light filtering in through the doorway that she’d worn a light-blue matching set of lacy underthings, which I was half tempted to steal if given the chance. She’d know where to find them if she really ever wanted them back.
Her body was something out of a dream. Curves and softness in all the right places, and other places where her kickboxing regimen had defined and cut hard-earned muscles.
Looking at her there in my room, blond hair all over the damn place, sprawled out on my bed, all I wanted to do was please her. Up on my knees between her legs, I lifted one of her calves to my lips and watched her head fall to the side as I kissed my way up her smooth thigh.
I was painfully hard, but taking my time with her would be worth it. I kissed the lace between her legs, and as my hands found the thin strips of fabric at her sides, she lifted her hips for me to remove them. A small, trimmed patch of more blond curls was revealed—and how in the fuck did this night keep getting better and better?
One of her hands cupped a still-covered breast, and the other one came down her body to join me. She was wet and sweet and perfect, and it was hard to decide whether to use my hands or my mouth on her first. I adjusted on the bed to lie flat, and the friction of the mattress against my erection was nearly enough to do me in while my head was between her thighs.
Her feet slid up the duvet, allowing her knees to fall to the sides, opening herself to me more.
Suddenly, I hoped it wasn’t the wine that had made her so brazen. I’d drunk well more than I usually did, and she’d kept up with me glass for glass.
“Maggie,” I whispered against her warm skin at the crux of where her legs met.
“What?” she answered sweetly.
“Before I go any further, are you sure?”
Her head came off the bed and she peered down at me. There was a fire in her eyes, but her lids were heavy, and her cheeks were flushed. “I’m sure I’d rather you were doing something with your mouth other than talking right now.”
That was all I needed to hear. She was the same Maggie she’d been stone-sober, riding my ass all the way through the market.
With that settled, I took one long, languid swipe up her center and knew there was no turning back. As I kissed and tasted her with my aforementioned mouth, she showed me what she liked and where with her finger. When I quickly caught on, her hand fell away, and she made sounds that would play on repeat in my mind for weeks or months to be sure.
I wanted to make her come. Wanted to be the singular reason she felt all the bliss she was exhibiting. From the arching of her back to the quivers in her thighs, every twitch and jerk the taut muscles in her stomach made, I wanted to be the one responsible for it. Sooner than I ever imagined, her fingers threaded through my hair and she whimpered and then shouted, “Ah!” as I felt her come undone on my tongue.
“Mmmm,” I hummed against her as she went over the edge. Satisfaction coursed through me.
As she came down, I pressed kisses to her thighs, and with a free hand, I stretched to retrieve a condom from my nightstand drawer. As if I’d time-trained for the situation, I pulled my briefs down, tore the package open with my teeth, and rolled the fucker on with brain-surgeon precision. We hadn’t talked about contraceptives or birth control, but safety was important—for both of us. All that aside, hopefully the condom would gain me precious minutes inside her.
On my knees, I worked my way up the bed, and she wrapped her legs around my hips. Hunching over, I kissed her chest and snuck my hands behind her to remove her bra. I wanted nothing between us. I wanted to feel her next to me. Maggie must have still been in that euphoric state only a good orgasm can leave you in, because she made the most erotic little sounds every now and then as she kissed my neck and ear.
