"God, you're gorgeous," he says. His fingertips tease my nipples and he draws his mouth to my breast. Sucking it slowly, his tongue circling me, his fingers circle me too.
I moan in pleasure as he begins to open me up. And my hand continues to stroke him up and down, nice and slow. I'm wet for him and he knows it. I touch myself so my fingers are coated in my juice, and I use that to stroke him harder, with more urgency, eager to feel him inside of me, up and down me.
I moan, closing my eyes as he touches me. My legs open for him, and his fingers stroke my pussy, nice and slow. "I want to taste you," he says, his hot breath in my ear. And I nod, wanting it too, wanting all of it. "You're so creamy," he groans.
"We both know you like whipped cream.”
"Your cream is so much better," he says, "but I really need to taste all of you to be sure.”
On my back, he kneels before me, spreading my legs and dipping his mouth to my core, licking me up and down. "That's the sweetest cream I've tasted in my whole damn life,” he says, and I cover my face with my hands, laughing in pleasure.
Maybe falling for someone isn't about taking risks at all, because right now, all it feels like is a reward.
Chapter Five
Mills
I am not exaggerating in the least — Mallory is so damn beautiful. And with her on her back, in her bedroom, it feels like I've known this woman forever. How is it possible? We just met a brief time ago. But if love at first sight is real, then I know, without a doubt, I've just experienced it.
I can't get enough of her. And I lick her pussy up and down, nice and good. She loves it. I can tell by the way she squirms and laughs. I tickle her with my tongue, making her wet and juicy, and she comes hard against my mouth. Her clit is a hot circle of desire. And when I tease it, she comes undone.
"Oh my God," she moans, clenching the sheets as she writhes on the bed. "Don't stop," she begs.
And I don't. I continue to suck and lick her properly, the way she's begging me for, and as I taste her, there is no doubt that this is right — the two of us together. Screw the risks that might be involved. When it comes to falling in love with Mallory Jones, I'm all in.
When she finishes coming, I move closer to her on the bed, needing her to understand that this is not a one-night thing, that I'm not a one-night stand kind of man. And I have a feeling that a girl like Mallory Jones is not either. I intend to keep it that way.
"What?" she asks, batting her eyelashes at me in a dreamy state of desire. She's satiated and satisfied, practically purring like a kitten.
“That was everything I could have imagined,” I tell her.
She smiles. “Usually it's the girl saying that, not the guy.”
“I don't know who those guys are, but they haven't tasted you.” I cup her pussy with my hand. “Because baby, that was fucking unreal.”
She swallows. "You mean that?"
I nod. I'll give her any of the affirmations she needs because it's all the truth. She is incredible and sexy and funny, beautiful and bright, scared but sweet. And I want to hold her heart in my hand. I don't want to let it go. I'm terrified at the thought of it ever breaking. It won’t happen on my watch.
"I want to make love to you," I tell her.
"Love?" she says. "With a woman you just met?"
I nod. "Yes, with a woman I just met. A woman I feel like I've known forever."
"You say that to all the girls?" she asks.
I shake my head. "There haven't been ‘all the girls.’ You know how you were telling me that moving here all alone has you lonely?" She nods. "Well, having a life on the road, traveling all the time, made me lonely too. That's why I thought I'd come back to the States and settle down. But Seattle is a big city and everyone's too busy looking at their phones, the screens in their hands, that they don't look at one another.” I run a hand over her soft curves. “Or maybe I didn't find anybody because I was waiting until I came here and I found you."
She shakes her head. "Stop," she says softly. "Don't."
"Don't what?" I say, moving on top of her, my cock thick and hard between her legs. She knows she wants it. She drops her knees open. And I begin to enter her.
"I know you're scared of risks," I say, "but no pain, no gain."
"This isn't painful," she says, kissing me. "This is perfect."
"Couldn't agree more," I say, kissing her harder, more intensely. And I run my hand through her hair, my other hand on her ass. She begins to guide me home, my cock filling her up nice and slow.
"Is this what you wanted?" I ask her and she pants in pleasure.
“It’s more than I wanted. It feels so good, Mills.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” I tell her, kissing her again.
“Good, because, Mills,” she says smiling wide, “you're the whipped cream to my cocoa."
Mallory
I laugh, unable to believe I just said that, but I did. And he does seem like the right match for me. Not the same as me and not exactly the opposite, but a complement, which is probably ridiculous to think.
I just met him. But as he begins to fill me up, it doesn't feel so insane.
It feels right. It feels good.
It feels, Oh God, I'm… The pleasure is overwhelming as he begins to move inside of me, nice and slow, but also deep and hard, penetrating me to my very core. I wrap my arms around him, moaning in delight as he fills me up more than I could have imagined.
"Oh my God," I whimper as he moves faster against me, deep inside of me in the most delicious way. "Oh God," I moan, pressing my hands to his chest. "I'm going to come."
"So soon?" he asks, his eyebrow raised, and I giggle. I should be embarrassed, but I'm not. I'm horny as hell for this man. This sexy, delicious man who's ripped, who has eyes that are deep brown like chocolate, a smile that melts me.
Forget the cocoa, I want to drink him up. He's hot, but my hands can handle it.
"God, you feel good, baby," he says, moving faster against me.
And I roll us over, feeling wild and free, straddling him as he fucks me. His hands are on my hips, holding me steady. And I like it. I like the way he takes control, is in charge of the way this goes, the way this ends. Together, we move in a rhythm that should have been memorized over years, at least months — not hours, minutes — but it has. This is everything, and he knows that.
"I'm going to come too," he says, and I slow my hips, but the heat’s still here.
"Oh fuck," I moan, pressing my hands against his chest, coming hard, my juice sliding down my thighs against his stomach. And I feel his hot come filling me up. I moan deeply, savoring the sensation as he consumes me, all of me.
"Oh God," I whimper, "that was incredible."
I roll off of him and he cradles me close, his arms wrapping around me, and he kisses me hard again. I let him.
"I wasn't expecting my night to go like this," I admit.
He chuckles. "Neither was I, Mallory."