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“I know, honey.” I coast my hands up her thighs and help her scoot further up the mattress. That first touch of skin against skin makes me sweat. After all this time, restraint is in very limited supply. Her skin is so soft, it’s calling to me. Begging me to touch her all over, to seal my body against hers.
“Fuck, Piper.” My forehead drops against hers. “I’ve dreamed about this for so long.”
“Me too.”
“What did you dream?”
She reaches between us and cups me. I hiss out a breath and growl her name. That shouldn’t feel so good, should it? I should be able to be around her and feel her touch without coming like a randy teenager.
“Tell me,” I urge, trying to distract myself. I want her to explore me. To learn me and feel comfortable, but man oh man, is she making it. . . hard. “What did you dream about? Did you ride my tongue?”
Her grip tightens on the downstroke, and I groan, my dick getting impossibly harder and surging into her hands. She gasps, and I can’t help but laugh. I love that this is all so new. That we’re learning about each other.
Her thumb swipes through the wetness gathered at the tip, and my hips punch forward, wanting more. Wanting inside her.
She shakes her head.
“Did you ride me like the accomplished cowgirl you are?”
Her jaw drops slightly, and I think I’m getting warmer.
“You can tell me anything.”
“It’s so. . . naughty.”
“I like naughty.” I especially like being naughty with her.
She giggles. “You would.”
“You do too. I’ve seen how you look at—” She hits the sensitive part of my dick, right beneath the crown, and I melt. “I knew I’d be putty in your hands, baby.”
My balls draw tight, ready to paint her with my cum. But I need to take it slow for her pleasure so I can remember every delicious detail.
“I like the sound of that,” she purrs, her inner vixen coming out.
“Yeah?” I kiss along her jaw, inhaling her delicious scent. Green apple, warm, willing woman, and a trace of beer.
I pivot to her side and slide a palm down her belly, cupping her mound. “You like making me want you?”
She nods and makes a sound of confirmation. Sexy little sounds, for my ears only.
“Making me need you?” I rake my fingers through her curls, and her thighs spread. “Good girl. Such a good girl.”
Her belly quivers, and I smile down at her. She’s everything I always wanted and never dreamed I could have. Never thought to ask for. And yet, she showed up out of the blue, and bam!
She jacks me against her hip, and I trace my middle finger down her seam. “So wet, baby.”
“Mmm-huh.” She tightens her grip again. “You remember that game during Fourth of July?”
That day is locked in my memory and replays a lot. I’d already known her for a few years at that point. I saw her at Sunday dinner at her parents’ place and always felt a nameless connection to her that I’d never experienced with anyone else.
But that day was the first time I really saw her and thought about what a future with her could be like. Everything I’d done in my thirty-five years had been merely surviving until that point.
We were playing a football game with her brothers and friends when she and I collided, and I ended up beneath her, the wind knocked out of both of us. Her thighs hugged mine, and those gorgeous eyes laughed down at me.
“Yeah.” I work her clit in slow circles. She spreads her legs, draping a thigh over mine, silently begging for more.
“I think about that all the time,” she admits, voice husky. “How big and strong you felt beneath me. How your hands gripped my thighs. And what it’d feel like if I hadn’t been wearing jean shorts and there’d been nothing between us.”
