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“Listen to me, Penelope Jayne. I have been dreaming of you for two years. If you so much asbreathenear my cock, this is going to be over before it starts.”
He cups both sides of my head, teasing my scalp with those magical massaging fingers of his. I can’t decide if my brain melting is a result of that, ortwo yearsstill ringing in my head. Either way, I’m reduced to nodding.
“Okay?” he asks. I press up and kiss him in answer, whimpering as I slide my tongue to meet his. “Okay.”
We stumble to my bed, and I kick my skirt to the floor. I land flat on my back, wearing only my thong, and get a show while Ant strips off his boxer briefs—that have space ships on them. I can’t stifle my laugh. And I’m so glad I don’t. Because the way that Anthony Ellis smiles down on me, with carefree illumination, makes my soul feel like it’s stitching itself back to life.
“You making fun of my space ships?”
“Well, I’m not laughing at anything else down there,” I tease, blushing when he bites his bottom lip and wraps a fist around himself. His eyes pinch closed and he whines, tipping his head back.
“Shit. I told you.” He chuckles, shaking his head before crawling over me on all fours. He dips down to press a long,bruising kiss to my lips. “Mind if I spend a little time on you first?”
“Not at all.”
He grins down wickedly.
“Good. Because I’ve been dying to taste you everywhere.”
“Oh? Everywhere?” I tease him, lifting my brow.
His tongue darts out as his eyes flick up to mine.
“From the place this beautiful blush starts to wherever it ends.”
And he makesso goodon that promise.
By the time he’s teased me down to my breasts, I’m panting, and my thong isdefinitelyruined.
“These tits, Penelope…” Ant shakes his head, then props himself up on his knees so that he can cup them both, squeezing so that they fill both of his hands and then some. “We’re going to bebestfriends.”
I don’t even have the time to giggle, because his tongue flutters over my swollen nipple, and whatever sounds were planning to come out are reduced to moans. One of my hands threads through my hair and the other through his. On his, I tug. And when he bites down before sucking? GoodGod, I could come just from that.
“Never forgot how loud you were,” he grunts, blowing over my nipple before licking a trail to the other. “You can be louder now. There isn’t anybody around.”
He sucks my other nipple between his lips, does that fluttery thing with his tongue, and I obey. It’s so good.Sogood that I’m grinding my unattended pussy against his abs for any sort of friction. And he isn’t stopping me. Instead, he just keeps kissing and sucking and pinching and fluttering his tongue against my breasts. It is exquisite torture. And I think I might just come from it.
“Ant…Anthony,I…Fuck, don’t stop.”
This has never happened. He’s only playing with mytitsfor crying out loud. But it sneaks up on me out of nowhere. Fireworks take off, and my body vibrates. I grip his hair, holding him to me. I have to say, the man takes directionverywell, because his fluttering tongue and his pinching fingers don’t stop—in fact, he only intensifies the motions once he realizes what’s happening. By the time I come down, my skin is tingly. I collapse against my pillow, panting.
I blink back into focus to see Anthony wearing a smug grin, my breast still lightly gripped in one palm while the other is reaching up to cup my face. His fingers wander into my hair, massaging again in that gentle lulling motion.
“Did you just…”
“Mhm.” I nod drunkenly, biting the inside of my bottom lip. My hand is still mussed in his hair, and I rub my fingers through it aimlessly.
“Shit.”
Ant shakes his head, an exasperated smile painting his expression in technicolor.
We giggle. It’s so weird. Laughing during sex. But I can’t help it. And that scares me.
“I wonder how wet that made you,” he says, and all laughter is gone as he slides down my body,licking his lipslike he’s excited to taste me. He gets one long, thorough lick in when I tighten the grip in his hair and pull him back up for a hungry kiss.
“Wet enough,” I sigh, licking against his lips until he lets me in. I reach down for his hand and guide it between my legs where we both gasp. His hot breath against my mouth only makes me squirm beneath him more, especially when his tongue swirls around mine at the exact moment that his fingers nudge my drenched thong to the side to slip inside me.
“Anthony,please.”