Dirty Curve

“I was awful to you.” Her voice is strangled.

“I can take it.”

“Tobias—” She attempts to lean away, but I hold firm.

Gripping the back of her head, I hold her eyes to mine.

“Do you love me?”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Do. You. Love. Me?”

Her body grows lax, her shaky fingers leaving my neck, pausing over my left pec. She presses there.

“Baby,” I prompt.

And she finally says, “Yes.”

That’s it.

That’s all.

Mine.

Lifting her from the dresser, I slowly set her on her feet, her deep brown eyes wide and locked on me as I use the backs of my fingers to ease the straps of her bra down her shoulders. I lean forward, kissing her collarbone as my palms glide around her ribs, but I’m met with a stretchy material.

Meyer chuckles as I pull back, and the smirk she hits me with has me groaning and yanking her to me.

“What is this sorcery?”

Her tongue slips between her teeth and she gently pushes me away.

The only reason I go is because the look in her eye is straight fire.

She eases me backward until my knees meet the metal of the fold-out bed, so I lower my ass onto it, adjusting my dick in my jeans.

Her fingers slide along her skin, coming together between her breasts, and only then do I notice the little clip there. She unsnaps it, her breasts falling from the thin material, they’re full and round, sitting high and inviting. Her nipples are a soft, dusty pink.

She slips closer, and my palms find her hips, gliding up and over her ribs, but I pause beneath the hollow of her breasts.

“Tell me, Ma,” I rasp. “Are your nipples a sweet spot, too, or are they too sensitive?”

“I don’t know, hotshot, are they?” she teases, desire thickening her tone.

I groan, scoot over the edge more and tug her to me. “Time to find out.”

“Soft,” she rasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly, anticipation making her anxious.

The edge of my tongue starts at the fullest part of her breast, and I lick my way up.

Instantly, her nipple grows taut, peaking from my touch, and so I close my lips around it, swirling and tasting, but I don’t suck. Not tonight, anyway.

Meyer’s head falls to one side with a low moan, her fingers gliding along the back of my head.

To be fair, I show her left breast the same love, and her body twitches.

“Sweet spot it is.”

Meyer jerks her head up, smashing her lips to mine.

Her kiss is needy, and I know the wait is just as fucking excruciating for her as it is for me.

“Are you bare for me?” I nip her lips, my fingers curling into her leggings, and her thighs clench, her body trembling as I push them down to her knees. She pants into my mouth, and I hold her eyes as I slide my hand between her legs. Not until the tip of my finger is aligned with her opening, do I allow my touch to meet her heat.

Meyer’s gasp mixes with my groan and I push up, sliding forward and coating my fingers with her arousal. Her eyelids flutter, but she never takes them off mine, and I don’t look away until my knuckles brush her clit. Her whimper has me aching, and the fingertips biting into my shoulders send a shock wave through my body, straight to my fucking groin.

Finally, I drop my eyes, and just as I thought. “Bare.”

“Taste.”

My eyes snap to hers, and I groan, lifting my fingers to my lips, like I had already intended to do, but apparently not quick enough for my girl. I don’t taste though. Not yet.

I push to my feet, staring down at her as I cup her neck with one hand, the other held an inch away from my mouth.

Slowly, I drag my knuckle along my bottom lip, and then align them with hers. It’s torturous, tasting her by scent and not sucking every bit of her off me, but she wants to play. So we’ll play. “You want me to taste you, hm?” I skate my bottom lip along hers. “You first.”

I expect her to hesitate, but she doesn’t. She pulls my lip into her mouth, and my baby bites.

A bone-deep rumble makes its way up my chest and I crash my mouth with hers, pressing firmly and seeking out any bit of her flavor that’s left.

Desperation crawls up my spine when Meyer’s moans grow louder. Every muscle in my body tightens, my cock strains, and my girl knows it.

Her hands work my jeans open, and I gladly kick them off, pushing my boxers down with them.

Her eyes fall, her lips parting, as she squeezes her thighs shut.

“Grab me.”

She doesn’t waver. Her fingers wrap around my shaft, squeezing, and slowly she pumps me in her palm. My abs constrict and she lowers to her knees, her eyes snapping up to mine as she pulls the head of my dick into her mouth.