Page 65 of Sleeper: The Palisades Edition

Then I turn to face him and push him back against the other tiled wall.

There is only one thing I want right now, oddly enough, and it is basically the opposite of hate-finger-fucking myself.

While kissing and nibbling on his lower lip, I say, “I want you to fist my hair and come in my mouth.”

“Jesus. Willa.”

And then I slowly lower myself to my knees, kissing a wet trail down his torso while watching his head tilt back, his jaw tighten, his Adam’s apple bob up and down.

He finally stops talking.

I feel all ten of his fingers in my hair.

And a couple of minutes later, I get exactly what I want.

NINETEEN

SHANE

The day isn’t anywhere near over yet, and already I’ve had a doctor grab my nuts, straightened some important shit out with my best friend, and came in Willa’s dirty, hot, eager, young mouth.

I am crushing Monday, and it’s only going to get better because right now Willa’s still naked and damp and straddling me on one of the armchairs in the family room.

This really says “home” to me.

I’ve watched a hundred family friendly movies and shows from this armchair, but not one of them was as entertaining, thrilling, or heartwarming as what’s playing out on my lap right now. Willa’s wet pussy is hovering an inch above my very happy cock, her tits pushed up together between her elbows while she’s examining the palms of my hands. Things have really progressed since the last time she read my palm.

“Oh wow, I didn’t notice this the first time,” she says, tracing her fingertip up from my wrist to a spot below my index finger, and just that slightest touch is enoughto make me want to come like a rocket and sing her a love song—and I hate to sing. “You have a very smooth and prominent but not overly developed Mount of Venus,” she explains.

“Thank you. So do you.”

She laughs and bites her lower lip. “I actually do. But your thumb…” She lightly traces her fingertip up from the bottom of my thumb to the tip of it, andfuuuuckit does things to me in all sorts of places in all kinds of ways. “Your thumb is very well formed. Smooth and square-tipped. The tip of your thumb is called the Will phalange.”

Now it’s my turn to bite my lower lip to keep myself from making a joke.

“This tells me that your willpower is strong, and you have good judgement. The second phalange of your thumb, here”—she caresses the lower part of my thumb—“is long, which shows you’re clever and you take the lead in social situations. In relation to your Head Line, I can see just from looking at your palm that you’re very level-headed and good at keeping strong desires in check.”

I place one palm on each of her ass cheeks. “Here’s a headline for you—if you don’t lower yourself down onto my third phalange immediately, I will be showing you exactly how wrong you are about that.”

She places her hands on my shoulders, bracing herself. “Well, now I’m not going to tell you the really important thing I just saw on your Mount of Venus.”

“Stop saying ‘mount’ and mount me.” I take one pretty, perky nipple into my mouth and suck until she moans, arches her back, gives more of herself to me. I position the crown of my cock right where it needs tobe, and her breath hitches, her back straightens. She can be as kooky as a sitcom character, but she is very serious about fucking me. I like that.

She eases herself down, inch by devastating, life-affirming inch, holding her breath.

She stares into my eyes. Her lips are millimeters from mine and they’re barely moving, but I know what she’s saying. “We fit. We fit together so perfectly.” She gasps, and I dig my fingers into her thighs.

As soon as she has taken me in as much as she can, she exhales like she’s sunk into a hot bath, wriggles around a little, squeezing and releasing and instantly making me forget everything that isn’t this burning, necessary connection. And then she holds my face in her hands. She tilts her chin up that tiny bit, pressing her lips to mine, and everything that I am is hers now.

I can be quippy as fuck with this woman, but as soon as my mouth is on Willa’s, it forgets how to do anything other than kiss her.

Hot and frantic and deliberate and desperate for more.

My lips were made for this.

My tongue was made for this.

My teeth were made for this.