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“God. I L— I mean, I freaking adore you. I’m so glad to know you have some handy skills in case we ever want to set up an Only Fans account.”
She reaches for my face, skims her palm along my jaw, letting my days old stubble scrape against her skin. “Why do they call you Scotch?”
“Jameson is a kind of whiskey. Someone decided Scotch was a good nickname in my Navy days. It stuck.”
“It fits. For some reason, I always feel like I’m a little drunk, and a lot reckless, when I’m around you.”
“Do you think Scotch and Sprite go well together?”
“Just fine,” she says as she reaches between us and wraps her delicate hand around my girth. “Better than fine, actually. It’s my new favorite cocktail.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
The skin of Simona’s inner thigh is made of pale, cream velvet. Rubbing my palm across it, I fight the rush of possessiveness that will make me go too fast.
I want this to last. Forever.
Simona shifts and spreads her beautiful legs wide for me as our tongues fuck like mad. Her hand works magic on my cock as I hover above her, working her up with my mouth, my thumb on her clit.
“I can’t wait any more.” She breathes and shudders. “I need to feel you.”
“Not yet, my dear.”
“Argh!” She moans. “Come on…”
Her anguished expression changes to a sweet, tempting smile when I drag the black scarf across her nipples. She doesn’t protest a bit when I tie her wrists together. That surprises me, given her need for control. Little by little, she’s surrendering her pleasure to me which makes my dick hard as concrete.
“Don’t move your arms. Let’s see if we can’t get you really hot.”
“If I get any hotter, I’ll melt.”
I smile against her nipple. “Perfect.” Then I drip three little drops of lube on her clit. Her thighs squeeze against me. “Oh, that’s cold.”
“Not for long.”
I slip the vibrator on my middle finger and run it over her beautiful smooth folds.
Her throat works, and she shifts against me.
“Like that?”
“Yes…”
Moving my other hand to her vee, I spread the lube all around, coating everything. Everything from the perfect little clit to the sweet rosebud in the back.
My heart jackhammers as I dip my fingers in her pussy. “So hot. My kitten. My heavens…”
“Scotch… yes, oh. Oh. That’s—” She suddenly stops when my thumb glides over her tight little pucker. “Wait. Scotch, I’m a… uh… an anal newby.”
I’ll admit, hearing that does something primal to me. Watching her expressions carefully, I ask, “Would you like to change that? We can go slow. Just play around with the toy if you want.”
She’s nervous. I’ve started to pick up on her tell. A little shift in the shape of her brow. Just barely perceptible, except to a man like me who has made studying her beauty his pastime. “It will feel good, right?”
“I’m not a woman, but it’s been known to thrill.” I lean down and catch her mouth. “Relax. Tell me to stop any time.”
She nods, “You’ve never given me any reason to doubt you. Now, if you would, please, I’d like to come. Or I’m going to choke you with this scarf.”
Laughing, because I love her firecracker attitude, I lean down and nibble her thigh as I glide the small vibrator over her clit. Everything about the way she moves tells me it feels good. She wiggles and her breath hitches as I move my thumb over her pussy lips and lower. “That’s it. Relax. Just breathe.”
