Page 62 of Rough and Rugged
“You rejected me when I was fourteen.”
“You wanted me to take your lip-virginity.” I chuckle at the reminder of that moment. Her innocent smile. Her sweet words. I’d thought she was joking with me. The hurt in her eyes, the chew of her lips that followed my laughter told me she hadn’t been kidding. Her proposal was a bona fide offer. A gift. And I’d thrown it away.
“I’m not a virgin anymore,” she whispers, lowering her eyes to my chest.
“You just got out of an engagement.” The rock is burning a hole in my pocket.
“I wasn’t his. Haven’t been for a long time.” She lifts those lashes, eyes desperate, hesitant. Her confidence wanes but I don’t ever want her to feel she isn’t strong. Isn’t desirable. Isn’t worthy of so much more than that dickhead and histennisshoes, and wool sweaters, and whatever other bullshit.
She’s wearingmyflannel, and I’m feeling her up beneath it. She’s opening my heart like a crowbar prying apart a locked door.
“Kiss me.” Her soft command is the final crack. My chest rips open and my mouth crashes onto hers, taking what she offered me twenty-two years ago.
No laughter.
No second thoughts.
Her mouth melds with mine and I breathe her in. She’s oxygen feeding a flame, igniting the blaze, sparking it to grow, and engulf, and I’m the forest, certain she’ll incinerate me.
But I can’t stop. Not with her mouth on mine, lips eager, hungry, begging for more.
“Let me touch you,” I grunt against her lips.
Her tongue invades my mouth and I have my answer. My fingers delve forward, pushing aside the scrap covering her wet heat, and sliding into her.
We both moan.
She breaks the kiss. Her eyes closing. Her head tipping back. “Yes,” she whispers as her pussy sucks my finger inward, milking it. I pull free and she levels me with a glare.
Chuckling, I add a second finger, rushing forward to fill her once more. To feel her coating my rough digits with her sweet essence.
Her mouth opens. Her fingers tighten in my sweatshirt. She leans into me, tipping up on her toes to accept the intrusion of my fingers.
“That fill you up, darlin’?”
“So good,” she whines before rocking back, working my fingers to her advantage.
I’m touching Ginger Solomon. Woman of my fantasies. Girl of my heart.
“You feel good,” I tell her, returning my lips to hers, tongue slipping into her mouth. I want to fill her everywhere.
Her sweet pussy. Her fresh mouth. Her kind heart.
My fingers slide in and out of her, the sound wet and slick around us. Eventually, our mouths break apart again and she presses her head into my chest while her hips dance.
“You like me fucking you like this?” Her body language says she does. Her whimpers and sighs. The music of her wetness. The way she’s clutching at me.
“Yes. Please, Ellis. Please.”
“Whatcha need, darlin’?”
She doesn’t say. She shakes her head like she can’t ask but that’s now it works with me. I want to hear her.
“Tell me,” I grit my teeth, hardly restraining the demand.
Her head lifts. Her eyes bright despite the darkness around us. “Make me come.”
“Onmyhand. Withmyfingers,” I grit out, working her faster, delving deeper.