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“I’ve decided they’re right.”
Her lips part and I want to have them everywhere on my skin. But she’s still silent, waiting.
“I’d like to convince you to come back. Often. To eventually stay. To be part of our lives. To be part of my life. It was hard to breathe without you here, and I don’t ever want to have to lose you again.”
“Are you going to make me sleep in the guest room?” Her voice comes out dry and rough, and I can’t tell if she is being sincere or witty.
But either way, my answer will be the same. I chuckle. “No ma’am. I was hoping you’d want to share mine.”
“I’d like to share yours right now.”
I laugh. “You really are a very impatient Chipmunk!” But I set aside the glasses, swing her little body up over my shoulder, blanket trailing, carry her up the stairs, and toss her gently on my bed.
She looks around and I realize she’s never been in here. My designer did a great job making this room feel like a forest with dark greens and browns and a mural of trees on the far wall.
“Play tourist later, Chipmunk,” I growl. “I’ve been needing you naked for a long time. You have no idea how hard it was when you were sleeping just down the hall.”
“As hard as it is now?” She giggles like the kid I thought she was, and I look down at the tent in front of my sweatpants.
“Oh. Much harder. You can’t handle that hard.”
“I think I can,” she says.
“Prove it.”
Her eyes stay on mine as she crawls across the sheets and pulls the band of my sweats down under my balls. Her tongue swipes across her lips and then her mouth slides over my tip. I think my eyes roll back in my head. Holy heaven!
Her mouth is warm and wet and the texture of her tongue rubbing against my shaft is almost enough to make me come on the spot. Her mouth moves back, her tongue swiping around the edge of the head, and then sinking me back inside until I feel myself hit the back of her throat.
I try to pull back, but one of her hands reaches around to grab my ass, and she holds me in place. I wait for her gag reflex to take over and push for my exit, but she just slides her lips back to my tip and takes me in again. Again, I feel her throat moving as she suckles me, her tongue rubbing across and back. Sliding me out and then in, out and then in.
Fuck. I grip her shoulders and push her back. There's no way I’m going to be the first to come tonight.
She lets out a whimper and moves to take me with her mouth again, but I tip up her chin. “I’ve been dreaming about exactly this for months, Lorelai. Later I’ll let you finish me, but right now, I need to feel you come apart around me.”
I pull her against my chest and kiss her hard while I peel her jeans to her knees, and her shirt up and off. She scrambles to push her boots onto the floor and pull the jeans off her legs while I’m shedding my clothes as fast as I can. Then her skin is on mine, and I take a moment to relish in just that simple pleasure.
Then I get down to business. I slide a finger inside her to find she’s already drenched. I add another, but she bucks against me, pushing my hand away. “Please let me have you,” she whispers.
“So impatient.” I’m going to have to show her how good patience can feel. But for now, I grab a condom from the drawer in the bedside table, tear the package open with my teeth and slide it on.
I let her greedy hands pull me down, and I sheath myself inside of her in one push. She gasps, and I still. I examine her face, glad I’d left the bathroom light on. “You okay?” I grind out, hoping like hell I didn’t hurt her. She seemed wet enough.
Her “yes,” comes out on a frustrated breath, and her hips push up against me. It’s an immediate relief. I slide back slowly, so slowly, and put a hand to her hip so she can’t shift. Then I push slowly back in, watching her face. There’s that little pout on her lips, that sexy as hell scrunch between her eyebrows. Two more slow strokes is all she can take before she’s panting and saying “please” and “fuck” and “more”.
I give her what she needs, what I’ve been needing for months, and pound into her. I feel the resistance as I hit against her cervix, and it sends thrills through me. When her grip tightens around me, and I feel the flutter of her orgasm, I let my control go and loose my own.
I gather her against my chest after I dispose of the condom. She runs her fingers through my chest hair, making little circles.
“I bought the school,” she announces.
“Say again?” I must not have heard her correctly.
“I bought the school from Mrs. Corbyn.”
“That’s fantastic!” I tell her, and her fingers stop moving.
“You really think so? You think I can do it?”
