Page 53 of Intimately Faithful

“You and me, Danny. This isus. Can you please kiss me again?” Her fierce green eyes sparkled.

He’d never refused her once in their entire lives.

Spoiled princess is what she used to be.

He wondered had she been spoiled by anyone in recent times?

It hurt his belly to think the answer might be both yes and no.

It would kill him to know some other man had the same rights he once did. To lay hands on her and make her smile.

But if she’d been left wanting … no one to show just what treasure she was, he couldn’t stand that either.

“Give me your mouth,” he demanded more roughly than intended, with his heart hammering at an irregular beat as he closed the inches separating them.

His thoughts vanished in a haze of lust by slamming a kiss to her waiting lips, using his two hands he cupped her face, held her steady and plundered her mouth until all that was inside his brain was the number of steps to getting under her clothes.

Teasing and reacquainting himself with her taste once more.

A warm, wet hug of mouths and breaths.

He shouldn’t.

He couldn’t.

But heneeded hermore than ever.

Fuck the consequences.

He couldn’t stop now any more than he could levitate up to the ceiling.

Fuck it all. Whatever trouble that might come after her, he knew he’d give his life to keep her safe. It all didn’t matter while he had sweetness on his tongue and the girl of his heart ripping at his jeans until they blessedly opened, and his in-pain cock had only to wait another second before her hands slid inside the denim and grasped him tightly.

Her hands were everywhere all at once, along with her soft panting whimpers.

He’d forgotten this, somehow.

How greedy she was.

She could never wait a minute the moment they were alone together.

It was like fucking a redheaded typhoon. Wild and exhilarating.

More often than not, she talked him into taking her in an alleyway on the way home from college, as though waiting just a few minutes until they were back at his empty house, would be the worst thing possible, where he could undress her properly and show how much he’d missed her all damn day by putting his mouth between her legs,

Danny’s body leaned harder, trapping her against the wall as the surrender to their flames engulfed them both, lips biting, tongues rubbing, and hips falling into a hungry grind.

“Not this time,” he rasped, taking her two hands in his, he achingly pulled her off his cock. Weeping at the tip for the loss of her touch, but if he let her continue, this would all be over in seconds. “Is this what you want?” He asked in reply to her little cry of despair.

He stroked himself, pleasure more acute because she was watching his hand.

“Yes, Danny.”

“Is this how you want it, up against a wall, like this?” He gave her a rough thrust that pushed his pining cock up against her softness and nearly turned his eyes inside out with how good it felt.

“Yes, oh, yes, please.”

Their moans mingled as she clutched his forearms and tried to climb him higher. He urged her with his hands on her behind.