Page 10 of Merry Me Bartender
Shrugging my shoulders, I swallow down a laugh. “Didn’t want to put them back on. They were dirty.”
Not putting my underwear back on has to be my greatest idea yet.
He glides his hands up my thighs, pushing them apart with a held breath.
“You sure this is okay?” He asks, lifting his gaze for only a moment before dragging it back down the length of my body. He wets his bottom lip with his tongue in my stomach fills with tingles.
Nodding my head, my cheeks feel so warm at all of the attention I’m getting. Tugging his shirt up to my hips, I can feel the cool air brushing my slick skin. Every time I’m with this man, this is how my body reacts.
I’ve gone so long without putting out the fire twisting around in my stomach, it’s about time he touches me. Honestly, I’m not sure I can go another night without knowing how it feels to have his fingertips against my skin.
Nodding his head, the mattress creaks as he shifts his weight further down. Settling between my legs, he pushes my thighs even further apart before leaning in. Breathing in, I swear I hear this man growl in satisfaction.
Oh boy. Here is to hoping I can survive this.
Kade
I must be dreaming. I’ve lost count of the times I’ve imaged Joyce withering in my sheets, clinging to my blankets.
Well, here she is now. She makes my shirt look good, especially when it’s pushed up her stomach and not covering her bottom half.
“You taste as good as you look,” I confess against her thigh, kissing the goosebump-covered skin. “So delicious.”
One of her hands moves to cover her eyes as I kiss her glistening sex next. “You should hear yourself sometimes, Kade.”
I’m smiling now, without a doubt. Running my tongue along the seam, my chest rumbles with a groan. My poor cock is digging a hole into the mattress. “It’s the truth.”
Having already come undone once, she swats my head away when I try to drink up the aftermath. What a shame. She really does taste sweet.
Kissing a path up her stomach, I take a moment to pluck my shirt off her body. Mesmerized by the way her breasts lift and fall with each breath, I cup one of them with my hand. Somewhat small, it fits nicely against my palm.
Dropping her hand away, she watches as I draw the other into my mouth.
“Kade…” My name sounds so weak coming out passed her lips. She groans when I pull away, soon frowning when I rest my weight on my knees. Then her eyes lower and shestares. Sucking in a breath, her knees curl up.
I don’t need to look down to know what she’s looking at. No, the way my cock throbs is a reminder of itself. I want inside this woman. Freeing myself, I hear her breathing shift.
“Everything about you is big,” she mutters in disbelief.
Not going to let that one go to my head.
“Will you let me inside?” I ask, giving my cock one unforgiving squeeze. At the rate I’m going, I feel like I’m not going to be able to last long at all. “I’ll make sure not to hurt you, sweet girl.”
Biting her lip, she nods her head. Rolling onto her stomach, I curse under my breath when she lifts her hips. Making matters even worse, she throws a look over her shoulder.
“You’re going to make it hard for me to last,” I confess as I reach out to squeeze her hip.
Joyce is so soft and squishy, basically the definition of everything I need in my life.
Still slick from my tongue, I have no issue pressing my way inside. There’s a stretch, one that leaves her gasping.
She feels like she’s swallowing me up whole, consuming one inch at a time. It takes us a moment, but we eventually get there. Once she’s fully inside, I’m left panting alongside her. Holy hell she feels amazing.
“You’re going to make this harder than I thought,” I groan, aching to move. “You feel amazing, Joyce.”
As if I need to tell her that. Once she looks back at me again, I’m sure my feelings are written all over my face.
This woman is mine, and I love her so much. After going this far, we’re in it together for good.