Page 73 of When You Stayed
“Gus!” I gasped, briskly lowering to my knees against the ugly linoleum.
His fur was soft against my face as I pulled him into my arms and got to my feet. “I’ve missed you so much, handsome.”
I was smiling from ear to ear when I finally glanced up at Ford. He was completely frozen. Jaw locked, eyes blazing and searching my face, my chest, and down my body. He swallowed, which made his Adam’s apple bob.
My happy grin fell the longer Ford just stood there, holding a knife, while our snack board went untouched. “Ford?”
He made a disgruntled sound that could rival a wild animal. The knife went to the counter in a clatter and his gaze shuttered. “Fuck me, I can’t do this.”
My heart wilted, worried that all his hate for me would outweigh whatever semblance of affection he found. His comment regarding how he used to care for me once tangled like a bramble in my mind as a pathetic question tumbled out. “Why?—”
I didn’t get a chance to finish before he placed his thumb against my bottom lip.
“Need you to put him down, because I can’t wait any longer to fuck you.”
His thumb barely released my bottom lip in time for me to gently drop Gus so he landed on all four of his paws and ran toward the living room. Ford pulled me into his arms, his hands going under my ass to lift me, then his mouth pressed against mine.
My legs wrapped around his waist as our mouths moved sideways, our tongues warred, and my fingers ran through his hair. His muscled abdomen flexed under my aching core. Ford walked us into his bedroom and gently set me down on his mattress.
I gripped his biceps as he hovered over me and fit his hips between my parted thighs. I could feel how thick and fucking long he was ashis erection pressed against my core, separated only by our underwear.
“There is one thing I have always wondered about.” His voice was raspy and deep as he spoke close to my ear, his mouth nearly touching me there.
“What?” I gasped.
His fingers tugged at my underwear, and he smiled. “Does your pussy feel like silk? Because I always imagined it would.”
I didn’t have a chance to form a coherent reply as Ford moved down my body. He stared at my center, where the gray fabric covered my pussy.
With a groan, he stroked a finger over the obvious wet spot there. “I can see how wet I’m making you.”
Lifting on my elbows, I watched with rapt attention as he carefully placed his hand under my thigh, lifting it the smallest amount. “I could get used to seeing this. In fact, I plan on having some fun with this. I hope you don’t mind.”
Then his eyes were up on mine. “I’m going to slide into you with my tongue, Rose. Which means, you will spread your legs for me. You will fuck my face. You will not hold back anything from me, including an orgasm. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I breathed, focusing on how handsome he looked between my legs, prepped to bring me pleasure.
“Now let’s start with this thong, I’m fucking gone for how you look in it. Need to see it soaked by your needy cunt.”
He curled his fingers around the fabric and stretched it against my core, yanking it down my crack so the majority of fabric was soaked by sinking between my pussy lips.
“Look at that.” He said in awe.
The friction felt divine, so I rocked my hips as he continued to pull at the garment.
“Mmm,” he lowered his face with the fabric still stretched against me, but his tongue began tracing over it and where my sensitive lips pushed out past the thin fabric.
Ford muttered between licks, “I want to keep these.”
My hands were in his hair while he played with me, licking andtracing a path with his hot mouth. My clit poked against the soaked fabric of my thong, being pulled tight, and Ford seemed to notice as he gently lapped at it and pulled with his teeth.
“Ford, please. Move the underwear.” I needed to feel him. I needed his tongue on me, his fingers…something.
His hazel eyes flicked up as he continued to play. This time he used his finger to slide along the outside of my bare lips and then carefully dip below the fabric, into my pussy.
It was torture, but it felt incredible.
“More, please. Ford, give me more.” I begged.
