“It was either that or a total disaster.” I smile at her. “No middle ground.”
“We always were a bit do or die,” Phoebe agrees with a soft giggle.
“It’s not a bad thing, usually.” We stop at her door. “Until the point you make a dumbass decision that ruins your life because you think of everything in black and white.”
“People mature. They learn when it’s okay to choose gray and when it isn’t.” Phoebe turns to face me. “Like right now, this is a do or die moment.”
“In what sense?” I wonder.
“In the sense that you better kiss me, or I may lose my nerve and never give you another chance to.”
I pull her to me, pressing her body against mine before bending my head and slanting my mouth over hers. A small whimper escapes her lips at the contact sending a rush of electricity through my entire body, and I pull Phoebe even closer, pressing my lips more firmly against hers.
Her arms circle my neck as the kiss starts to become heated, my tongue probing at her lips, which eagerly part for me and cause me to groan, which seems to break every last ounce of self-control Phoebe has. She pushes our tangled bodies into the wall, rubbing against me as our tongues engage in a familiar, yet somehow entirely new dance.
“We need to stop.” It takes inhuman effort to break the kiss, but I know that if don’t I walk away, this is going in one direction, one I’m not sure she’s totally sold on yet.
“I don’t want to stop,” Phoebe pants, then throws herself at me again, my back slamming against the wall from the force of it, her lips finding mine to ravish with untamed hunger.
“Damn it, Curls, a man only has so much self-control,” I growl at her when we come up for air.
“I don’t recall you having much of that at all.” She gives me a sly grin. “Say, for instance, if you were watching the woman you’ve been dreaming of for five years standing in nothing but sexy lingerie, old Andy would have stepped out of that closet and kissed her senseless.”
“Ah, you figured that one out.” I give her an apologetic look and an embarrassed smile. “I had my eyes closed most of the time.”
“Sure, you did.” Her tone indicates she doesn’t believe me.
“I was thinking about it,” I admit. “Until you started crying.”
“Oh.” Phoebe’s hands drop from my chest and she steps back with a frown. “I forgot about that.”
“I haven’t.” I shrug. “I hate that I ever made you cry.”
“So do I,” she agrees with a sad smile.
“Which is why I really have to leave, Phoebe. I can’t take this to the next level until I know I’ve made up for all the times you shed tears because of me.”
“You’re so dramatic.” She rolls her eyes with a huff. “The Andy I knew would have taken me right here against the wall.”
Her tone is unmistakably suggestive, and I now have zero blood in my brain.
“You should stop throwing challenges at me, Phoebe,” I warn with a gruff voice, taking a step towards her. “You’ll end up getting more than you bargained for.”
“I can handle anything you throw my way, Surfer Boy,” she shoots back, leaning into me, her fingernails scraping my sides, and it’s all I can take.
Spinning us around, I pin Phoebe to the wall and ravish her soft lips, undoing the thin belt at her waist so I can run my hands under her dress and up the smooth skin of her abdomen.
I break the kiss when my fingers brush over lace. “What color lingerie are you wearing today, Curls?”
“Burgundy,” she pants, pulling me back to her lips, but all I care about at this moment is seeing those lacy panties, so I drop to my knees and push her dress up, groaning at the sight of the deep red lace clad on her smooth olive skin.
My lips press to her inner thigh, my tongue travels over her soft flesh, slowly making my way to the apex even as my fingers rub Phoebe through the fabric of her panties.
Phoebe’s whimpering with need by the time my mouth is at her pussy, and I slide the Brazilians down her toned legs, stuffing them into my pocket before placing her leg on my shoulder. I don’t know why her scent always reminds me of peaches, but it does, and it’s one of the things I missed the most as I inhale deeply, my eyes closing as I sigh in contented bliss.
The tip of my tongue traces her outer lips, relearning her reactions, and maybe teasing her a bit too. I make slow work of spreading her open and tasting every inch of flesh I expose, licking and sucking Phoebe’s soft skin before delving deeper into her folds.
It’s as if my body remembers exactly what to do, and even after five years without touching her, pleasuring Phoebe is still a muscle memory.
“Yes,” she moans when I go deeper, a hand at the back of my head scraping my scalp and sending a shiver through my body, the other covering my hand on her breast, urging me to squeeze it as I work my tongue in her pussy.
My mouth moves to her clit, and my fingers find her opening, wet and waiting, and I can’t stop from sinking two digits into her velvety depths, gasping and looking up at her face when her hips buck with a cry.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” I rasp as I start moving my fingers inside her, my tongue back at her clit, her moans grow louder as I drive my fingers deep into her.
“Right there,” she gasps, and I press my fingers more firmly inside her, causing Phoebe to cry out and dig into my scalp. “Don’t stop, Andy, don’t stop!”
I pick up the pace of my fingers, feeling her inner walls start to convulse around the digits. Phoebe wails her release, her palms slamming against the wall as she rides my hand through the climax, wild and untamed, and I can’t help but growl and palm one of her breasts as I push my fingers even deeper, taking her higher on the waves until she comes crashing down with a shuddered whimper.
“I can’t remember the last time I came so hard,” she breathes out with closed eyes and a contented smile, and I can’t help but swell with pride.
“Anytime, Curls. I’m your guy.” I give her that grin I know she loves. “We should probably head inside for the next part, though.”
“Oh, crap.” Phoebe’s eyes grow wide with realization. “I don’t have any condoms, do you?”
“Uh, no.”
“Damn it.” Phoebe’s head thuds against the wall, then a sly smile spreads across her face. “I recall a few fun things we used to do before we started having sex.”
I lean my arm next to her head, capturing her lips with mine. “We both know we won’t be able to stop ourselves once we walk through that door.”
“But I want to take care of you, too,” she pouts, and I have to force my brain to stay logged on.
“I’ll be fine,” I promise. “I have your panties to keep me company for the night.”
Phoebe bursts out laughing and throws herself into my arms, her eyes twinkling.
“Are you sure?” she asks. “I want you to come in, so if that’s part of the problem...”
“No, no,” I assure her. “I know you mean it, but if I get you in a bed… Let’s just say no amount of self-discipline is enough to stop me from fucking your brains out.”