smile warmly, prompting him to reciprocate with one of his own. He leans in and kisses me softly.
“I love you so much. So many times I ached for you today. I wished you were there sitting beside me.”
“I wish I was there, too.”
He kisses me again with much more enthusiasm. “I need you,” he says into my ear before tracing it with his tongue. The instant his lips touch me, I ignite from the inside out.
“Um, Quint?” I ask, breathlessly breaking away from him.
“Yeah?” he responds while kissing my neck.
“Where’s your dad?”
He stops to stare at me. “Annie, enough with this shit.”
“What? I was just wondering if he was going to interrupt us once we got started.”
Tilting his head to the side, he narrows his eyes suspiciously. I flash a big toothy smile, making him laugh.
“You are an awful liar. Dad is in his room making phone calls with Mr. Furrows. My mom is on her way up. We’re all going out later to celebrate. We have at least an hour. So, relax and stop overthinking the fact he’s on the other side of that wall.”
“You just reminded me he’s on the other side of that wall.” I pout.
“Too fucking bad,” he retorts before diving back in to kiss my neck. His hands work quickly to remove my shirt. He bends and sucks my already pert nipple through the silk fabric of my bra. I can feel his fingers working the clasp on my back. Hastily, he removes my bra to stare at my breasts. He does it every time he sees them.
“So fucking gorgeous.” Using one fingertip, he slowly traces a circle around my nipple. “Your nipples are the same shade of pink as your lips. Every time I look at your lips, I think of these.” He’s admitted this fun fact before. I still clench each time he reminds me.
He gently bites down on one, teasing me to the point where all thoughts vanish from my head. For several long minutes, he focuses on my breasts, splitting his attention equally between the two. With each suck, lick, and bite, he reduces me to a squirming, pleading mess.
Last night he made it all about me. Of course, it was to get me to relax and stop overthinking, and it worked.
It’s time to reciprocate. I can feel his pent-up energy in every muscle of his body. Suddenly, I feel compelled to release it. When I pull away, he’s about to reprimand me until I push him to sit farther back into the sofa. “You assume you know what I’m thinking?” Quirking one brow deviously, I watch his face morph from annoyance to surprise. “You happen to be wrong, Mr. Lawson. At this moment, all I’m thinking is how badly I want to taste you.”
When I kneel between his spread legs, a sexy smirk lifts the corner of his lips. Keeping my eyes on his, I slowly remove all his clothes, starting with his shoes and his shirt and tie. He begins to remove his hat until I shake my head.
“Nuh-uh. The hat stays on.”
“You like the hat, huh?”
With both hands wrapped around him, I slowly nod and admit, “I love the hat. I get to give a Yankee a hummer. How hot is that?”
“You’ve never used the word hum…Oh, fuck…” He throws his head back from my brazen assault. “Holy shit. Annie,” he gasps as I set out to take him for all he’s worth. He knots one hand in my hair and grips the edge of the sofa cushion with the other. I’m relentless, not stopping for air until he releases with a primal grunt.
A few seconds pass, yet he remains slumped into the back of the sofa, unmoving. Except for his breathing, he’s completely immobile. Slowly, he peeks open one eye to see me smiling smugly. “Proud of yourself?”
“Yep, very.”
“Gloating doesn’t suit you,” he says just as his eyes drift closed again. I quickly remove my shorts and panties and straddle him. His eyes fly open in surprise. “What has gotten into you? Is it my new job title?”
I already feel him hardening between my legs. A few rubs and I know he’ll be more than ready and able to perform. As I slide over his length, I
“I love you so much. So many times I ached for you today. I wished you were there sitting beside me.”
“I wish I was there, too.”
He kisses me again with much more enthusiasm. “I need you,” he says into my ear before tracing it with his tongue. The instant his lips touch me, I ignite from the inside out.
“Um, Quint?” I ask, breathlessly breaking away from him.
“Yeah?” he responds while kissing my neck.
“Where’s your dad?”
He stops to stare at me. “Annie, enough with this shit.”
“What? I was just wondering if he was going to interrupt us once we got started.”
Tilting his head to the side, he narrows his eyes suspiciously. I flash a big toothy smile, making him laugh.
“You are an awful liar. Dad is in his room making phone calls with Mr. Furrows. My mom is on her way up. We’re all going out later to celebrate. We have at least an hour. So, relax and stop overthinking the fact he’s on the other side of that wall.”
“You just reminded me he’s on the other side of that wall.” I pout.
“Too fucking bad,” he retorts before diving back in to kiss my neck. His hands work quickly to remove my shirt. He bends and sucks my already pert nipple through the silk fabric of my bra. I can feel his fingers working the clasp on my back. Hastily, he removes my bra to stare at my breasts. He does it every time he sees them.
“So fucking gorgeous.” Using one fingertip, he slowly traces a circle around my nipple. “Your nipples are the same shade of pink as your lips. Every time I look at your lips, I think of these.” He’s admitted this fun fact before. I still clench each time he reminds me.
He gently bites down on one, teasing me to the point where all thoughts vanish from my head. For several long minutes, he focuses on my breasts, splitting his attention equally between the two. With each suck, lick, and bite, he reduces me to a squirming, pleading mess.
Last night he made it all about me. Of course, it was to get me to relax and stop overthinking, and it worked.
It’s time to reciprocate. I can feel his pent-up energy in every muscle of his body. Suddenly, I feel compelled to release it. When I pull away, he’s about to reprimand me until I push him to sit farther back into the sofa. “You assume you know what I’m thinking?” Quirking one brow deviously, I watch his face morph from annoyance to surprise. “You happen to be wrong, Mr. Lawson. At this moment, all I’m thinking is how badly I want to taste you.”
When I kneel between his spread legs, a sexy smirk lifts the corner of his lips. Keeping my eyes on his, I slowly remove all his clothes, starting with his shoes and his shirt and tie. He begins to remove his hat until I shake my head.
“Nuh-uh. The hat stays on.”
“You like the hat, huh?”
With both hands wrapped around him, I slowly nod and admit, “I love the hat. I get to give a Yankee a hummer. How hot is that?”
“You’ve never used the word hum…Oh, fuck…” He throws his head back from my brazen assault. “Holy shit. Annie,” he gasps as I set out to take him for all he’s worth. He knots one hand in my hair and grips the edge of the sofa cushion with the other. I’m relentless, not stopping for air until he releases with a primal grunt.
A few seconds pass, yet he remains slumped into the back of the sofa, unmoving. Except for his breathing, he’s completely immobile. Slowly, he peeks open one eye to see me smiling smugly. “Proud of yourself?”
“Yep, very.”
“Gloating doesn’t suit you,” he says just as his eyes drift closed again. I quickly remove my shorts and panties and straddle him. His eyes fly open in surprise. “What has gotten into you? Is it my new job title?”
I already feel him hardening between my legs. A few rubs and I know he’ll be more than ready and able to perform. As I slide over his length, I
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