Page 33 of Sunflower Persona (Classic City Romance #2)

“None of that. Tell me about your family. Are you close?”

“Yeah, we’re close. It’s just my mom, my dad, and me. I don’t have any siblings, and my grandma passed a few years back. They live a little over an hour from here, but we video chat at least once a week.”

Her attention shifts to another frame. This one has a picture of Karis and me at the belt ceremony where she got her purple belt a few months after she joined Double Teep.

The photo beside it is almost identical except instead of purple, her belt is brown, and the one on the end is the two of us after I got my black belt.

“How long have you known Karis?”

“Damn, it’s been close to six years now, I think.”

“Six years? How old is she?”

Kare would kill me if I spilled that she was rapidly approaching thirty, so I just shrug and wrap my arms around my woman. She melts against me, resting all her weight against the front of my body.

“Do you remember the other night?” she asks and looks back at me with a shy smile.

As if the memories of her lips against mine and the way she rubbed her pussy against my aching cock haven’t been the center of every dirty thought I’ve had over the past few days. I think I’ve jerked off more in the past seventy-two hours than I did in the six months before I met her.

“Which night?” I ask, bending to kiss the curve of her neck.

“You know exactly which night I’m talking about,” she says with an adorable, annoyed huff, even as she tilts her head to give me more access.

“What about it?” I ask with my lips against her skin. I don’t trail them along the column of her neck like I want to—not yet, at least. The last thing I want is for her to feel any sort of pressure to do anything physical with me. I promised her tonight wasn’t about sex.

“I want to do that again.”

“Do what again? I need you to use your words so I know exactly what you want me to do to you,” I whisper in her ear.

She stiffens, and for a second, I think I’ve pushed her too far, but then she lets out the sweetest fucking mewl I’ve ever heard.

“I want you to kiss me again. Like you did before.”

That’s the only permission I need.

I spin her around and crash my lips against hers.

This kiss is filled with every ounce of desire that’s been burning under the surface of my skin from the moment I saw her standing in her dorm looking like sin and sunlight.

Her energy matches mine as she throws her arms around my neck and pulls me even closer.

“Is it still all right if I touch you?” I ask, my chest heaving as I gasp for air.

She nods, and I close the gap again, teasing the seam of her lips with my tongue.

I grab her ass, squeezing the soft flesh as I lift her up to a more comfortable level.

She wraps her legs around me, and the heat of her pussy presses against my abs.

My cock throbs behind the restrictive denim of my jeans.

“Couch,” she gasps, and I move my lips to her neck as I carry her there, ignoring the sharp twinge of pain that shoots through my leg when I twist in the wrong direction. This is way more pressing than that.

She straddles my lap, and in this skirt, the thin cotton of her panties is the only thing separating me from the sweetest part of her. Even through the layers covering me, I can feel how damp that fabric is as she grinds down on my bulge.

Fucking hell, she feels good.

I let out a hiss and bite down on her shoulder to keep myself from taking this further than I intended.

This isn’t about sex, I repeat in my head, but I barely believe myself when she’s grinding against me with such abandon.

My hands slide up her body to cup her small tits.

If I didn’t, I was going to start guiding her hips, and that isn’t what this is about. She is the one in control here.

My lips find hers again, capturing her tiny moans as she finds pleasure against my weeping cock.

I haven’t come in my pants since I was a teenager, but if she keeps this up, I just might.

That thought is enough to snap me out of the lusty haze.

Not because there’s anything wrong with the act, but because I promised her no sex, and I don’t want to cross that line without her explicit permission.

“Kor, baby, hold on.” I grab her hips to put some space between us, and the disappointed groan that falls from her swollen lips is almost enough to break my resolve.

“Why? What’s wrong?” she pants.

Her eyes seem almost black from how large her pupils have blown. I’m sure mine are just as bad. This woman is a living aphrodisiac.

“Nothing is wrong, but if you keep doing that, you’re going to make me come.”

Her head cocks to the side as she thinks, and then her lips curl into a devious smile. I don’t think I like that look.

“Kori—” I start as she deliberately rubs her pussy along the length of me. “I’m serious, you don’t have to do this.”

“Gage, shut up,” she says and steals any further protest with a kiss.

She grinds on me with more deliberate thrusts.

I can’t pry my hands from her hips, not now, not when she’s taking the lead on pushing things further.

Tentatively, I move her, pulling her against me in a way that has me seeing stars, and from the way she moans, I think the friction is good for her too.

My orgasm sneaks up on me and hits me with the force of a freight train. I smother my groan against her lips and slow the motion of her hips as my cock twitches and spurts in the confines of the cloth.

“Why did you stop,” she asks with a pout.

“’Cause you milked me dry.”

“Oh.” Her eyes widen as she looks between my face and my crotch, and then she smiles with impish glee.

“Did you like making me come like a teenager with no self-control? Do you like knowing how hot you get me?”

She sucks in a breath and bites her lower lip as she nods.

“You are trouble,” I tell her with a playful growl.

Me. Playful. I didn’t see that one coming, but Yellow brings out a side of me I thought died years ago.

She laughs and buries her face in the crook of my neck, peppering the skin there with soft kisses. I hug her closer, more content than I can ever remember feeling. The question of what to do next is the only thing that keeps me from fully losing myself in the moment.

I’ll be damned if I leave my woman wanting.

“Hey, Low?” I mumble against her hair.

“Hm.”

“Do you want me to get you off too?”

Her reaction is immediate. Those gentle kisses stop as she turns to stone in my arms.

“Hey, what just happened?” I urge her head back so she can see my face and how serious I am about there being no pressure here. “You are in control here. We do whatever you want to do.”

“I-I just…I-I don’t know if I’ll like that. I’ve never done that before.” Her eyes drop to look at her hands.

She’s never done what? Been fingered? Had an orgasm?

I want to ask her more, but this isn’t the time.

Selfishly, I don’t want her thinking about some other asshole when she’s with me.

When the day comes that she’s comfortable enough to try these things with me, I’m going to make sure she feels so good she won’t remember that it could be any other way.

I want to ruin her for anyone else the same way she’s ruining me.

“Okay. We don’t have to find out today. Want to cuddle and watch a movie, or do you want me to take you home now?”

“Movie, please,” she says and relaxes back into my chest.

“Mind if I go change first?” I ask as heat rises in my face.

I can’t believe I seriously let her dry hump me to completion.

Kori pushes me away with a giggle, and I rush to change. I don’t want to waste a second of the time I have with her, because at some point, she’s going to realize she can do so much better than me.