Never Say Forever

“That was close.” She slides her arms around my neck, her chest rising and falling with tight little breaths.

“Not close enough. I need to feel you, angel. Let me have you.”

We are a flurry of motion. Her hands on my belt and mine on her shirt. Lacking the patience to play nice with the buttons, I pull it over her head to reveal not what I expected. A pink T-shirt? Promptly pulling at the hem, I whip it up and over her head . . . to find a tight, white undershirt.

My eyes lift, hers dancing with merriment, her bottom lip rolled inward as though to prevent a giggle.

“Is there a problem with the thermostat in your room?” I find myself asking. Three layers and counting? “What’s next? A chastity belt?”

She gives a quick shake of her head, her shrug just as fast. “Maybe. Sort of? I suppose these were insurance policies against you seeing . . .” Her fingers retract from my zipper to grasp the hem of her undershirt, pulling it up and over her head.

“You wore extra layers of clothing to—”

“Hide this.”

“Fuck.” My curse is drawn out over endless syllables, unprepared for the sight in front of me. Extra layers of clothing to fuck indeed. “You’re a cruel, cruel woman,” I rasp. Sliding my hands around her ribs, I skim them upwards to frame her breasts. Breasts barely encased by what looks like a balconette bra made of sheer lilac cobwebs. I’ve seen her naked before, and yes, I was blessed with an inadvertent flash this morning, but this is different. This is gorgeous. And this is all for me.

“My eyes are up here.”

“And lovely eyes they are too, but I’m a little busy greeting my old friends here.”

“Really?” Her giggle draws off as I run my thumbs over the rosy pebbles of her nipples.

“Yes, really.” My whisper sounds rough, but this, this is such a sensation overload. The heat of her pussy over me, the silk of her skin. The fucking sight of her. I’d thought her body perfect before, but she’s grown into her perfection. There’s an abundance about her that wasn’t there before. I slide my hands along the gentle flare of her hips, cup her soft, full breasts as I lower my mouth to her nipples.

“Please . . .” The hunger in that word causes my gaze to rise from my exploration, my gaze meeting hers. Dark and hungry eyes, their gilding of gold lustrous with desire. A gaze a man could drown in. “Please, Carson, just touch me.” Her words are little more than a tremulous breath.

Her hunger and pleas make me harder than ever, my name on her lips like a benediction I don’t deserve. But it’s not in my nature to give in at a first request. I like my lovers a little desperate and a little unhinged before I give in.

“Tell me,” I whisper, following the ruffle of her bra with my finger, trailing it over the swell of her breast. “When you chose your underwear this morning, were you thinking of me?”

“Don’t tease.”

“Oh, sweet girl, you have no idea.” Her eyes flame at my words, and she whimpers audibly, pushing herself into my hands. But I keep here there as I use both thumbs and forefingers to tease her nipples into hard peaks. “Tell me.”

“Y-yes.” The word stutters from her lips, her spine arching as she presses herself into my hands.

“Thinking about me seeing you? Touching you?” My head dips, and I trace the rise and fall of her flesh with my tongue.

“Yes. Oh, God, yes. I thought about your big hands on me. The sucking marks you left on my body, but I didn’t mean for you to see.”

“You weren’t going to let me see you? Let me do this?” Curling my fingers into each of the cups, I watch as her breasts spill free. What a sight she is, pink-cheeked, dark-eyed, her mouth open softly and pouting. I take her nipple between my lips, relishing the tenor of her sigh as she wraps her hand around my head.

“Oh, that’s . . . that is so good.”

I growl my agreement against her skin. I love that she’s into this, love that she’s so fucking responsive. When I eventually move my head, her lavished nipples are taut, wet, and shining in the lamplight.

“Goddam, I want to fuck these.” Make them shine with other fluids.

Her laughter is sudden and free, and I note with gratification she didn’t disagree. Slotting the idea to another time, I slip my hand around her, unclipping her bra as the other tugs the ribbon tie of her pyjama pants.

“Please don’t tell me you’ve anything else on under these because I need this pussy on my face.”

“You’re dirtier than I remember.”

“Get naked, and let me refresh your memory.”