Page 69 of Vow

Hell, she initiated.

“I don’t see the problem.”

Haven gave him another one of those smiles. “Of course, you don’t.”

• • •

Haven wasn’t wrong.

It took very little time, the two of them simply working in the kitchen to make dinner, some flour tossed around, and then they found themselves trying to clean up in the bathroom, but ended up like this.

Andino backed against the cold tile of the bathroom wall, and Haven on her knees. She was quite a fucking sight down below him with his cock between her lips as she swallowed him right down to the base. There was something about her lipstick stains around his cock that made his fucking balls tight, and his spine hot.

Something about her mussed makeup, and his hands fisted in her hair. Something about the way she hummed around his shaft like the taste of his precum on her tongue was candy she couldn’t get enough of. Something about the way this woman knew how to use her lips and teeth to tease the life out of him until he was ready to blow his load, and watch her swallow every damn drop he gave her.

She was good for that.

Loved it, really.

“Fuck, yeah,” Andino grunted, his hips flexing forward in reaction to the way Haven let her teeth graze along his shaft. “Suck that dick, baby. Show me how much you love it, Haven.”

She did. In the way her eyes darkened as she watched him from her knees, and how her lips curved into an attempt of a grin.

Little tease.

She was killing him like this.

All it took was Andino’s hands tightening in Haven’s hair for her to loosen her lips around his dick. She knew what that meant, and followed along beautifully. Like this, he could fuck her mouth as fast, deep, or hard as he wanted. He could feel the way her tongue flattened against the base of his shaft, and her muscles relaxed in her throat.

Every jerk of his cock sent him closer to the edge.

Almost … almost …

“Jesus Christ,” he breathed when that edge finally came. It was swift, and unforgiving. An orgasm strong enough to make his fucking knees weaken from the intensity. Somehow, he managed to keep his eyes on Haven although he hadn’t been able to give her a warning. Not that she needed one. The woman swallowed every drop, and then licked his dick clean with one of her sly smiles. “Holy fuck.”

She was still on her knees. Still naked but for the panties and bra he hadn’t quite managed to rip off of her before she got down to suck his dick. Still red-lipped from having her mouth fucked, and still dotted with the flour he’d all but thrown at her when she left a floury handprint right on his cheek. Still a mess.

Still so beautiful.

“Still mine,” he murmured.

Haven’s eyes flashed with something unknown, but she said nothing. Andino didn’t really need her to. He was quick to pull her up from the floor.

Andino had Haven backed against the wall in the next breath, and his mouth descended on hers as his hand slipped under the waistband of her panties. She was so wet and fucking warm under his fingertips.

Slippery, needy flesh.

Fuck.

The sounds she made when his fingers stuffed inside her tight cunt, and his mouth latched onto that spot on her neck that she loved so much was raw. She always made the best sounds.

All it took was the feeling of her wet pussy clenching around his fingers, and his name in her mouth, and his semi-hard cock was at full attention once more. He needed all her sounds like he needed the air in his lungs.

And then the begging started.

“Please. Oh, my God, just fuck me, please.”

When she sounded like that—breathless and high off him—then he lost all control. His desire to make her wait left just like that.