Page 112 of Heartbreak & Cupcakes
But I still needed more.
And I wasn’t the only one. Sadie’s fingers slid beneath the hem of my shirt. She roughly, desperately tugged the material up. Our kiss broke as she and I worked together to remove both of our tops. I lifted my arms, and she tugged my shirt up and over my head, and then she lifted her arms and I did the same with hers.
As the material hit the floor I looked down and saw that she wasn’t wearing a bra. The sight sent a surge of arousal flooding through me. My mouth watered as I stared down at her glorious bare breasts. Our hips were still aligned, and her back was wedged against the wall, keeping her in place.
Instead of diving back into our frantic kiss, the pace of our coupling slowed to a much more seductive tempo. Her fingers trailed across my chest and down the ridges of my abdomen. I watched her exploration and the flush on her cheeks as she traced my tattoos. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to revel in the soft tenderness of her touch.
My hands gripped her ass once again as her core ground against my rock-hard shaft straining behind its zippered prison.
I hadn’t dry-humped since I was a teenager, but that’s exactly what we were doing. She leaned forward and pressed her mouth to my neck. She licked and bit my sensitive skin as her hands continued traveling up and down my back.
Her breasts brushed against my bare chest. I could feel the hardened tips of her nipples as our bodies rubbed together with just enough friction to drive me crazy. As good as this all felt, I wanted more. I needed to touch her. To feel her.
I readjusted my hold, lifting her up higher and pushing my hands down the back of her sweats and under the silk of her panties. Within seconds my fingers were sliding along the wet folds of her most intimate place. Feeling just how ready for me she was, how turned on she was, only served to cause my raging hard-on to pulse with need.
It only took a few flicks from the work-worn pad of my middle finger across her swollen clit before her thighs were trembling and she was coming apart in my arms.
She cried out as her teeth sank into the skin of my neck. A sensation that started out as pain but quickly morphed into pleasure shot straight to my groin and caused my dick to throb in my pants.
I continued to massage her nub until her hips shifted back and her body went limp in my arms. I started to carry her into her bedroom. I only made it two steps before she pushed back and wiggled out of my arms.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as I loosened my hold and set her down.
Her hair had fallen onto her face, and she pushed it back before dropping down to her knees without a word.
My balls tingled at the sight of her topless, on her knees, my fingers coated in her essence. As much as I’d love to have her mouth on my cock, I knew that I wouldn’t last.
“Sadie.” I covered her hands with mine.
Her large golden eyes, glazed over from her release, shot up to me.
“I want to do this. You want tonight.” She covered my denim covered erection with her palm and squeezed. “Thisis what I want.”
“Fuck,” I cursed aloud as my head fell back.
I released my hands so that she could continue to undress me. The smug grin that spread across her face had my balls tightening up to my skin. I loved seeing the fire in her. The satisfied expression that she’d gotten her way.
If it was up to me, I’d put it there every chance I got. All I wanted to do was make sure the woman in front of me got everything she ever wanted in life.
