Page 96 of Mile High Ex's Dad
This is exactly what I did not intend.
Exactly what I want anyway.
We kiss like we’ve been interrupted too many times already. Mouths open, breath shared, hands restless and greedy. There’s nothing measured left in it now. No patience, no pretense that we are being careful with each other. Only the fact that the moment I touch her, she answers, and the moment she answers, I lose what little restraint I still had.
“Sienna,” I say against her mouth.
She makes a low sound that almost undoes me.
I push her dress up her thighs and kiss my way down her throat, her chest, the tops of her breasts, the warm skin above the edge of her bra. She arches under me, fingers in my hair, and I can feel the wet heat already waiting between her legs when I slide my hand there.
“Christ,” I mutter.
She’s soaked again.
Her hips move at the first pass of my fingers, searching shamelessly, and I can’t help the rough smile that hits my mouth.
“We really are making terrible decisions,” I say.
“Then stop talking.”
That earns her exactly what she wants.
I get her bra down enough to free her breasts and take one in my mouth while my hand works between her thighs. She gasps and twists beneath me, and I suck harder, dragging my tongue over the tight nipple until she’s writhing. I switch to the other, bitinglightly, soothing it with my tongue, loving the way her body answers every time I do.
“I wanted this,” I say against her skin, lifting my head just enough to look at her. “Since I carried you in here.”
Her eyes are dark on mine. “Then have it.”
Somehow that makes my cock throb harder than it already was.
I drag her underwear down, kissing lower as I go, over her belly, the soft inside of her thighs, then part her and put my mouth on her before she can say another word.
She cries out and grabs for me at once.
There’s no gentle beginning this time. No slow easing into it. I already know how she tastes, how she sounds when she’s close, how her thighs tighten when she’s trying not to beg. I eat her like I need it, tongue working her hard while my fingers spread her open and sink inside.
She’s hot and slick and so responsive it makes me half-wild.
“That’s it,” I murmur against her. “Give it to me.”
Her hands are in my hair, holding, pulling, helpless and demanding at once. I fuck her with my fingers and suck her clit until her whole body goes tight, and when she comes, she comes hard, thighs shaking against my shoulders, my name broken across her lips like a prayer she resents needing.
I work her through it because I can’t seem to stop, because the sight of her like this ruins me, because I like the way she falls apart when I keep going longer than she expects.
By the time I climb back over her, she’s flushed all over and breathing hard, eyes dazed and mouth soft from being kissed too much.
“You look wrecked,” I tell her.
She reaches between us and palms my cock through my trousers. “So do you.”
I laugh once, low and rough, and get rid of the rest of my clothes while she watches. She pushes her dress up higher and opens her legs before I even ask, and that simple, hungry movement nearly strips the rest of my control.
I crawl back over her and kiss her deeply while I stroke myself through her wetness. She moans into my mouth and reaches for my ass, pulling me closer, telling me more with her body than she has with words all day.
“We can still stop,” I say, though it’s a lie from the moment I speak it.
“No,” she breathes. “We really can’t.”
