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Between kisses, he whispers against my lips. “Miss you.”
I moan. “Miss you more.”
“I don’t want Mrs. Somersby. You don’t have to be jealous, Harper.”
I rest my forehead against his, breathing heavy. “Sorry. I couldn’t help it.”
He sighs, pulls away to study my face and caresses my cheek ever so gently, as if I ‘m made of fragile porcelain and could shatter at any moment. I grab his hand, place it on my breast and force him to squeeze the mound.
“Touch me,” I plea. “Show me that you like me better than Mrs. Somersby.”
“Jesus, Harper.” His face shows his confusion, shock, and he brings his other hand up to touch me, knead my flesh. Not too hard. Not too soft. Just perfect. A surge of heat pours through me and my p**sy grows heavy and aches. He knows my body better than I ever could.
Kri leans forward, kisses along my jawline until his lips brush my ear. “Can’t you see that I’m crazy for you? I can’t think of anything but you. When I was in Iraq, on the plane. I try not to think about you during missions, but even that’s impossible. I could get shot if I’m distracted and you still weasel into my thoughts.”
We laugh together, but my giggle dies when he pulls away, and I see the true intensity in his eyes. The man on his knees before me isn’t lying. I feel the heat radiating from him, and it singes me to my core, right to my soul.
“You’re so pretty, perfect and naughty. Sometimes I wonder how a guy like me could ever deserve to be with a pretty girl like you.”
Something inside me melts and goes all gooey upon hearing his words. I snatch the front of his shirt, uncaring of the water seeping into his clothing, and pull him to me. Without hesitation, he crushes his lips over mine. He kisses me hard, desperate, his tongue plunging into my mouth. He tastes, brands, claims.
My veins burn with molten fire, his closeness urging my arousal on. I want him. Not just a tiny bit. I seriously f**king want this man and would pawn my soul to the devil for a taste.
He licks my neck, scraping his teeth on my heated skin as Static-X breaks in to “The Only”. I’ve never been overwhelmed with the raw emotions of hunger, desire, jealousy and possessiveness. I’m seriously considering marching downstairs with my lover in tow and announcing our relationship to my parents, regardless of the consequences.
I bite the inside of my lip as he bends lower, sucks my nipple into his mouth and flicks the nub with his tongue in rabid taps. I grab his shoulders and press my cheek to his bent head, caress his close-cropped hair. His scent envelopes me, a thick male fragrance that causes every fiber inside me to scream for more, and I arch into his ministrations. Mr. Collins sucks my breast, bites my nipple, and my stomach flutters, p**sy clenches in desperation. I groan, and offer my other nipple, quietly beg for his molestation. He sucks it hard, ravenously and makes my body shiver.
He’s the only man who can pleasure me like this, stoke the fire and send it crackling. I pant heavily, body trembling, and I want him to soothe my longing. The aching, throbbing need hums through my body. Even though I’m submerged in the warm water, I can feel cream seep from my p**sy.
“Please, Kri,” I whisper. “I need you. f**k me.”
He releases my nipple and gives it a final lick, his breath coming in heavy pants. “Get out of the tub.”
He leans back as I hoist myself out of the water and sit on the edge, legs splayed open and ready for him. But instead of freeing his massive erection from his jeans, he nudges my knees a little wider, gaze centered on my p**sy. He brings his head down slowly, all the while focused on the source of my need.
He skims my thighs with his palms until he’s gripping the inside of my legs, thumbs petting my outer lips. I whimper and whine, p**sy more than ready for him, throbbing and hurting with need.
When I’d begged him to f**k me, I’d been thinking about his dick… but he does have a mouth on him that’s heavenly, so I don’t complain.
He pets me, barely-there touches over my light curls. He eases closer to the seam of my lower lips, teasing me, sending my arousal and anticipation higher.
God, he’s not even touching my clit, my hole, and I’m ready to scream. Up and down, so sweet and soft. I stare at him, see the look of awe that flitters across his features.
“You’re so wet for me, Harper.”
I whimper and nod. “Just for you, Mr. Collins.”
It’s weird, our little dynamic. I can call him Kri, Chris, but “Mr. Collins” is what sends our blood boiling, increasing the hint of the forbidden that lingers between us.
“Uh huh, not for that kid, Brandon, downstairs? He saw your tits too, baby. I wanted to beat the shit outta him for seeing you that way.” His eyes hold something I haven’t seen before. This is the soldier; the fierce, determined man willing to do anything to win, capture the flag, become king of the mountain.
I guess I’m his mountain.
I bring a finger to my breast, trace my hard nipple. He’s still teasing my lips, tugging them apart every so often. “Kri…” I gasp a little, surprised at his intensity.
“You’re mine, Harper.”
With that proclamation, he opens me fully and leans forward, flicks my needy little clit with his tongue. Oh f**k! That bit of touch sends a shudder of pleasure through me, makes me jerk involuntarily. He does it again, increases the pressure and smiles against my flesh when he gets the same response.
“Like that?”
I nod, unable to speak.
This time, he laps at me from top to bottom, hole to the top of my slit, gathers all of my cream and then moans while he rolls it around in his mouth. “So good, baby.”
He goes back for more, tasting every inch of my exposed p**sy, leaving nothing untouched. My heat is tongue-f**ked, nibbled and tasted like never before.
I moan and rock against him, pet his head and use the touch to anchor me to this world. Honestly, I’m not entirely sure what I’m saying. Yeah, words come out; but I’m too consumed with pleasure, the potential bliss that’s easing closer, to pay attention.
Two fingers replace his mouth, filling and stretching me. He turns his mouth’s attention to my clit, wraps his lips around it and sucks while petting the bundle of nerves with his tongue.
f**k.
I pant and writhe, rock against his face, p**sy throbbing, aching and demanding my release with each passing second.