Page 162 of When There Was You
Thick fingers. Hot breath. Slick tongue.
The tension mounts, and he senses it, pulling out all the stops as he strums me to pleasure oblivion, his lips suctioned to command central, a finger filling the other orifice he’s claimed.
Ka-POW.
I grip his hair, my convulsing, quivering pussy arching into his mouth as he pushes my thighs impossibly wider, intently watching the show. Even when I try clamping shut, he holds me agape and bare, mesmerized.
“Butch,” I plead.
“What do you need, baby?”
“You know what I need.Please.”
“Tell me. You know it turns me on when you say what you want.”
“Please push your big, beautiful dick inside me right fucking now.”
He growls in approval. “You want me to fuck you, gorgeous girl?”
“Yessssssssss.”
“Hard or slow?”
“Both. Hurry, Butch.Please.”
“I will never get tired of hearing that,” he murmurs, positioning himself. He thrusts all the way in, stealing my breath. Our eyes connect and fuse. His lips graze mine, providing a small taste of my own essence. “And I will never stop craving you.”
My eyes roll back in my head as his hips move with purpose. The pleasure is intense. Our collective moans and ragged breaths fall between us as my hands grip his broad back. My legs spread wider to bring us even closer where we’re intimately coupled, his hips fitting fully into the cradle of mine.
It’s sublime. Consuming. Charged.
Our eyes meet as he drives harder, giving and taking. Claiming and surrendering.
He quickens and explodes, a sight to behold in both beauty and strength.
Our foreheads touch, our breaths heavy and hearts intertwined.
“I love you.”
“I love you, wife-to-be.”
Butch lifts his head, a sliver of emerald present around his dilated pupils as a devilish grin overtakes his handsome face. Before I can ask what he’s smiling about, I’m hoisted into his arms and clutch his neck to hang on. He kicks open thebathroom door, deposits me on the mat, and starts the shower. It’s giant sized, like him, with two heads—one positioned higher to accommodate his height, the other lower, perfect for mine.
What’s going on? “Where’s the fire, Lumberjack?”
“Patience,” he says, that secretive smile back in place.
My brain stops guessing what he’s up to as the hot water slides down my body. I sigh from the heaven of it, tilting my head back and closing my eyes.
Butch’s finger traces my breast, pulling me from la-la land. “In exactly thirty minutes, I want you to come outside. Do not go downstairs before then. Do not peek out any windows. Get ready to go but stay in the bedroom until it’s time.”
My eyes narrow. “Is this the surprise you were talking about?”
He doesn’t answer, just flashes a satisfied smile.
“You are a terrible tease and?—”
He presses me against the tile and lays another dizzying kiss on me, effectively shutting me up.
