She's not a clueless girl.
She's a woman who knows what she wants.
And, fuck, I love her even more like this.
I blink a few times.
I love her.
It's so fucking obvious, but I've never put it together. I've never thought about loving someone. Not like this.
I love every fucking inch of her.
Everything that brings her joy.
Everyplace she hurts.
I want her happy before I want me happy.
But then that's been the case for a long fucking time.
"Brendon." She slides her hand up my stomach, over my chest. "Are you going to leave me waiting?"
"What do you think?"
"I don't think you have it in you. Not today." She rises to her tiptoes and presses her lips to mine. Her other hand goes to my hips. Then she's cupping my cock over my jeans. "You're so hard."
"Yeah."
"Fuck me."
"Not yet." I bring my hands to her waist and pull her body against mine. My lips find hers. Fuck, she tastes so good, and the way she groans against my lips—
She's needy.
Eager.
I want to fuck her. I want to bury myself inside her.
But I want her screaming for it first.
I want her so desperate for my cock that she doesn't have another thought in her head.
That she's sure she'll never think anything again.
I slide my hands up her back, unhook her bra, and slide it off her shoulders.
Kaylee's arms drop to her sides. Then they're on my hips and she's arching her back, rubbing against me.
She purrs as I toy with her nipple.
I bring my lips to hers.
Her kiss is hard. Hungry. Needy.
I tease her as I slide my tongue around hers.
I tease her until she's shaking. Then I move to her nipple and tease her more.