Page 40 of Dating Mr. Right A Collection
I lower her to the bed where she smiles woozily at me as I press a kiss to her belly button. Then her hip. Then the top of her mound.
“Oh God, are you going to do more to me?”
“If you want me to.”
She reaches for my face. “I want you to go down on me, but I want something else first.”
“Name it,” I say, thinking I hit the fucking jackpot with this woman. Friendship, feelings, and a big bedroom appetite.
“Can I suck your cock first?”
Like I’m saying no to that. “Fuck yeah.” My dick throbs, a drop of liquid forming at the tip just from her question.
“But there’s something I want you to do.”
“What’s that?”
“Don’t be gentle.”
Lust seizes every cell of my body. “Jesus, woman. You are fiery.”
“Too fiery?”
“There’s no such thing.”
“Then I want something else too.”
“Anything.”
She smiles coyly, slides to the floor, and gets down on her knees. She links her hands behind her back, restraining her own wrists. “Fuck my mouth.”
And I’m on fire. Hot, dirty desire rattles through my bones as I do as asked, controlling the best blow job of my life, fucking her mouth, filling her, racing to the edge.
When I reach it, I see stars. They flicker behind my eyes as pleasure speeds white-hot through me as I release in her throat.
* * *
Later, she’s curled up next to me, and I stroke her hair. “I had no idea you were so wild.”
“Because you were afraid.”
I nod, accepting that assessment. “I’m not afraid anymore. That’s because of you.” I cup her chin. “Because you were bold. Because you took a chance on me. Because you looked past my . . . Vrooge-ness.”
She cuddles against me. “I knew there was more to you. I’ve always seen it. I just wanted you to move a little outside your comfort zone.”
I run a hand along her flesh. “I like all these zones with you.”
Worry crosses her eyes. “Do you only like me because I want it rough and dirty?”
I shake my head, laughing. “No, sweetheart. I like the sex, but it’s always been you. The fact that you tell me what you want makes you even sexier. Because you ask for it.”
She sighs happily, her fingers trailing along the ink on my arms. “I want to keep asking for it.”
I pull her close. “I want you to keep asking for it. I want to keep giving it to you. And I want to give you more than sex, Macy. You know that, right?”
She nods, a wicked grin on her face. A grin of happiness. “I do know that, but I like hearing it.”
“We can be friends and lovers. We can be everything.” Suddenly, it’s not hard to say how I feel. It’s the easiest thing in the world, because she’s given me confidence. She’s changed all my luck.
“I want that.”
“Good, because you’re mine.”
“I like being yours.”
I glance at the clock. It’s past midnight. It’s the day I used to hate. But this woman brought me around, with her enthusiasm and her huge heart that I’m falling madly in love with. “Hey, Macy. Will you be my valentine?”
“Always.”
10
From the texts of Ally & Miller
Ally: You will never believe what happened.
Miller: Tell me.
Ally: My brother. And Macy. In the elevator.
Miller: Were they doing the Macarena? The hula? Wait, a luau.
Ally: Stop. They were all over each other.
Miller: This is getting good. But define “all over.”
Ally: Please. You know what I mean.
Miller: Yeah, but spell it out because it’s more entertaining that way.
Ally: You want me to entertain you now with stories?
Miller: Don’t I always want you to entertain me with stories?
Ally: You want me to entertain you with stories of what my brother was doing in the elevator?
Miller: When you put it like that, it’s a little weird. And yet I still kind of want to hear it. But the question is, does this bother you?
Ally: Do you think it would bother me?
Miller: I don’t know, aren’t you pissed?
Miller: You want me to talk to him? Do you want me to come talk you down?
Miller: So you don’t toss a trash can? Or go full Godzilla. Stomping like crazy through the city. I can see it now. You’d be all over the news.
Ally: Wow. Quite a scenario you paint.
Miller: Woman turns Godzilla when she sees her brother kissing her best friend.
Ally: You’re insane. How does your mind even go there?
Miller: My mind’s very active. I can picture all sorts of things.
Ally: Let me put it this way. They’re not going to play Candy Land tonight.
Miller: I’ve heard about different versions of Candy Land.
Ally: And he goes to dirty joke land again.
Miller: No joking. So many versions now. I don’t think Candy Land is the same as it used to be when we were kids.
Ally: I don’t want to hear about how you played Candy Land.
