Page 45 of Whiskey & Honey

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Page 45 of Whiskey & Honey

“Fuck, Piper. You are so wet.”

“Please,” she begs.

My thumb finds its way beneath the silk of her panties and automatically begins a circular motion over her clit.

“Let go, Piper.” My voice is hoarse and full of lust. I remove my lips from her skin as I take in the sight before me. With her head tilted back, her neck is exposed, begging for me to kiss it. I don’t. Instead, I watch as her still-closed eyes alternate between relaxation and squeezed so tight she looks to be in pain.

Her breaths become more ragged and labored as I dip a finger between her folds. Pumping my finger in and out of her while simultaneously rubbing her clit with my thumb, I see the moment she approaches her climax. I want nothing more than to release myself from these jeans and sink into her. Then the realization of where we are hits me and I know I don’t want our first time to be on a dirty floor in a house filled with debris and power tools.

“That’s it, Princess, let go. Let me see you come.”

She does. I feel her spasm around my finger and let out a moan as she says my name. Dropping my forehead to her chest, I’m panting as her fingers come up to my head and tug at my hair, causing me to lift my eyes to hers.

Time freezes as I look at her. Her eyes are alive and she’s looking at me like nothing else matters in this world. I pull my hand from between us so that I’m able to hold myself up over her. Never removing her hands from my hair she nudges me toward her. Instinctively I smile at her and drop a tender kiss to her lips.

“You are always beautiful, Piper. But, watching you come is majestic.”

With my lips still on hers she smiles and laughs.

“Majestic? What am I, a unicorn?”

To that I can’t help but laugh too.

“Baby, you are most definitely my unicorn.”

I drop a kiss to her nose and tug the coat shut as I lift myself off of her. Sitting up, she follows suit and suddenly her expression changes from euphoric to one of concern and perhaps slight embarrassment.

“We should probably talk.”

Her only response is a nod and a sigh.




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