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He makes it so easy to melt into him. Too easy. The kiss is a claiming and it’s mutual because I want to be his—it’s a lament I shout at the sky.
“Your mouth tastes so fucking sweet,” he grates out, but I draw him in for another kiss.
Both of us moan the second we reconnect, and my mind clicks off.
He clearly has some Adderall in his saliva because the focus—it’s giving ADHD drugs. I’ve never been so hyperfixated in my whole life, and I can tune out a blizzard when I’m composing.
When he tries to tumble us over so that I’m on top, I resist, loving where I’m at. He doesn’t push me, but his fingers slide along the hem of my tee, the tips brushing circles around my navel once he lifts it.
Pleasure immediately pings my core.
I was already getting wet, but this is delightful.
Is this what sex is supposed to be like?
I groan at the thought as my back arches when he reaches the lower line of my bra.
Determining to buy front clasps in the future for better access, I whimper when he traces the cup then tugs one down to free my breast.
I mewl when he finds my nipple. “Cody, please, touch me.”
“Iamtouching you.”
“Not where I need you to.”
“Maybe you have to tell me specific coordinates.”
I blink at him, not appreciating how the sun gleams behind his head. “You think I’m afraid to say the words?”
He shrugs as his thumb circles my nipple. “Are you?”
“Are you daring me? Butch knows that I live for dares.”
“Codydares you to talk dirty to me.”
“I thought you were conducting me.”
“I am. Just keeping your brain right where I want it.”
Ooooh, boy.I pant at the direction. “I want you to touch my clit, Cody.”
“Where’s your clit, Tee?”
His innocent look has me hiding a grin. “Between my legs. Specifically, below my labia.”
“Minora or majora?”
When I gape at him, he bursts out laughing. I plop my forearm over my eyes, refusing to admit that it makes it easier to order, “I want you to suck on my clit because only you can make me come. And I loved it. I want you to take me there, Cody. Like only you have.”
I peep over my forearm when he groans and grinds into me—his erection thick and solid and oh so freakin’ hot.
The pressure has me shivering. “I already know how wet I am, but it’s all for you, Cody. Every drop. You’re going to make me explode. I know you are.”
His mouth plunders mine as he nudges my thighs apart and drags up my skirt at the same time.
His magic hands slide over my thighs, even the outer parts that are a touch fleshier than I’d like. But he isn’t complaining, not verbally or physiologically—I can feel his cock against my inner thigh.
The thought has me drawing my T-shirt over my head.