Series: Willow Winters
Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 46(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 46(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
With an arm bracing her back, I lay her down on the sofa and she’s already started undressing herself. I love it when she takes it slow, but hell, I’ve wanted her all damn day so she can rip off these clothes if she’d like. Still, kissing down her neck I tease her by asking, “Needy tonight, aren’t you?”
She writhes under me and I watch goosebumps travel down her shoulder from my peppered kisses. Her nipples are already hard and I waste no time moving to them, sucking as I knead her breasts.
Her inhale is sharp and her legs spread easily for me as I go about devouring every inch of her. I have to help her pull her pants off as she lifts her ass off the sofa, careful to keep those heels in place. The sofa groans as I stand up to undress, kicking off my shoes first while I stare down at her. A gorgeous delight with fuck-me heels and doe eyes.
Damn, how did I get so lucky?
With her teeth sinking into her bottom lip she leans forward to unbutton my dress slacks and I let her take control, watching her as she takes my already hard cock out and licks along my slit. A shiver runs up my spine with the teasing touch.
I let her play, hollowing her cheeks and sucking me down, taking me in deeper and deeper until the head of my cock is pressed against the back of her throat.
“Fuck, Bree,” I groan before letting my head fall back. The sight of her and the feel of her warm mouth are going to get me off if I don’t take control.
“Lay down and spread your legs for me,” I command and she’s eager to obey. Her lips are swollen already and a gorgeous cherry color as she lays back. Exactly how I want her.
With two fingers I play with her slit, spreading her arousal to her clit and rubbing there teasingly. “Already wet for me,” I tease her.
“Mm-hmm,” she murmurs.
“You need me to fuck you, Bree?”
“Yes.” She barely manages the single word as I strum faster. She could come undone just like this. I make it faster, though, slipping two fingers inside of her, curving them and finger fucking her with my palm pressed against her clit with each deep stroke.
Her back arches as she protests the sudden onslaught of pleasure. A strangled cry is muffled as she bites down on her lower lip. Her hips rock and I know she’s close.
“Come on my hand like I’ve been dreaming about all fucking day,” I command, a hand on her lower stomach pinning her hip down, holding her in place and intensifying the quickened strokes.
She comes almost instantly, like she was waiting for permission.
I don’t pull away at first, I keep up the pressure on her clit until she remembers how to breathe and looks back at me with those pale blue eyes full of lust.
Then I climb between her legs, line up my cock, and fuck her into her sofa until she’s clinging to me, out of breath and completely sated.
BENNET
“I could see a fireplace right there,” I comment as I run my fingers up and down Bree’s bare shoulder.
She turns slightly in my arms from where she is on the sofa and her tired expression brightens. “Before I even bought this house I thought that. I’ve always wanted one.”
“I could build you one,” I offer and it dawns on me that I would stop the world tomorrow to build her whatever she wanted.
Her doe eyes peer up at me and she gives me the sweetest simper. “I may have to make a handyman call for that one of these days then,” she half jokes although there’s nothing about her gaze that holds humor.
Choosing to let it be, I turn my attention back to the show neither of us are watching. This late at night, with the empty takeout boxes still on the table, both of us are doing what we’ve been doing: pretending not to be dog tired just so we can stay up a little longer together.
Her back to my front, cuddled up and lying down on the sofa.
I kiss her shoulder and smirk when she shivers like I knew she would. Whispering, I tell her, “I’ve got to get going, baby.”
She hums in protest with a pout, but pushes away the small throw blanket like she’s going to get up.
“Where’s your wrench?” she asks me before holding back a yawn. I see it, though. She adds before I can answer, “I’m going to go break something.”
A rough chuckle leaves me and her face lights up with that gorgeous smile.
“That smirk of yours is wicked,” I tell her and she blushes. I fucking love what I do to her … and what she does to me.