Page 67 of It Must Be Love
He cupped me and groaned. "Oh, baby, you're so fucking sexy. We've just been talking, and you're wet." He inserted a finger, and I clenched my thighs, wanting to hold him in.
He dropped to his knees and rubbed his nose against the crotch of my panties. "Fuck, you smell good, Naya. So sweet. Roses."
My hands tangled in his hair, and I loved their springy feel, loved how I had the freedom to do this.
"Let me taste you, please."
I pushed my hips against his mouth.
"Naya, words," he said sharply.
Did I want that? "Yes, yes."
"Yes, what, baby?" He pulled my panties down and let them fall to my ankles. He moved my feet, one after the other, so I'd step out of them.
He nuzzled my pubic hair. "Naya, what do you want?"
I couldn't say it. I just couldn't.
"Naya?" he ordered.
"Taste me, please," I squeaked out.
"That's my baby." He licked my slit, and my knees threatened to buckle. Was it supposed to feel this damn good? He nibbled and sucked and then started to add fingers inside me. I was losing myself as pleasure filled up everything inside me, and a need I didn't recognize began to claw at me.
"Please, please," I begged, not sure what I was begging for.
"You want to come. Oh, look at your clit, baby. Just," he circled his tongue around my clitoris, "look at it. It's come out to play with me."
He added a fourth finger inside me, pumping in and out, and latched on to my clitoris and began to suckle it. I felt like there were fireworks going on inside my body, and unable to bear my weight, I sank down on my knees next to him.
He held me close, kissing my face, soothing me.
He stood up and helped me do the same. "Get ready."
He was almost at my bedroom door when I called out to him, "Can we have sex tonight?" I'd never in a million years thought I'd be this bold.
He smiled his big smile. "Whatever you want, baby, I'll make sure you have it. You want my cock inside you, we'll make it happen. Now hurry up, will you?"
Chapter 24
Amias
She looked adorable in a white hat that contrasted against her brown skin. The little pompom on top of her hat was extra cute. The clothes I'd pulled out of her closet were loose pants like the ones she liked to wear to work and a sweater. She wore sturdy boots, which I'd told her was a requirement. In the trunk of the Range Rover I had two snowsuits, one in her size and one in mine. I didn't think we'd need them, but I got them anyway, just in case she wanted to make snow angels or something.
"I don't like surprises," she mentioned for the tenth time as we drove.
"I know."
"So, tell me where we're going?"
"Nope."
I put my hand on her thigh over the console and squeezed. "I promise it's nothing bad and a whole lot of fun."
"I just get anxious at times," she admitted.
"Since the accident?"