The House Mate Page 23

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Now I could see her, all of her—from her pretty pink nipples to the glistening pink flesh between her legs.

“Now, get on the bed,” I said.

“But I . . .” She glanced at my cock, swiping her tongue over her lips again.

I squeezed my eyes shut and said a prayer for strength. If anyone ever heard about this, I’d have to turn in my man card, but fuck, I really did want it to be perfect. Everything either of us had fantasized about. I was already a man on the edge, and having her suck me off and blowing into her mouth early was not what I wanted.

“There’ll be time enough for that. I want to look at you.”

Taking both her shoulders in hand, I guided her until her knees buckled against the mattress. She scooted back, her knees still together, and I took a deep breath, ignoring the surging need in my cock for one second and allowing sanity to prevail.

This really was the point of no return. It was likely a terrible idea, I knew—between my baggage and my commitment issues, this was a recipe for disaster. It was all the more clear to me now, looking at her slender form as she lay in my bed.

But that was the point, wasn’t it? She was already in my bed now, willing and waiting for me, and even though I hadn’t had her yet, this still felt better than any woman I’d ever been with—it felt right. I couldn’t let her walk away, not now.

Maybe not ever.

I shoved aside that terrifying thought as I glanced down at her closed legs, then met her gaze. She was staring at me still, waiting for me to come closer. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, and for the first time, I realized that the blush on her face trailed all the way down her neck to her breasts. She was as pretty as a fucking picture.

I held one of her knees and she slid her legs apart, showing me the pretty pink space between her thighs.

“Fuck me,” I groaned. It was the most beautiful pussy I’d ever seen, and I couldn’t wait to bury my face between her legs and make her beg for me. I was nearly on the point of doing just that when she interrupted me again.

“You should know it’s been a while for me.” The redness on her cheeks and breasts deepened. “So . . . be gentle, okay?”

I crawled between her legs and cupped my hand behind her head, pulling her lips to mine. She met me timidly, and I brushed a strand of her hair away from her face.

“Don’t you worry about a thing,” I said. “Tonight, I’m taking care of you.”

I placed another tender kiss on her lips and she returned it, pressing her hand against the plane of my chest, then raked her nails down my pecs. I let out a little grunt of pleasure and she startled again, looking like I’d struck her.

“Did I—” she asked, but I shook my head.

“You won’t do anything wrong. Not when you’re with me,” I murmured. “I want it all, whatever you got. Whatever you want to do, I want in. Don’t hold back, Addison, because I sure as fuck don’t intend to.”

She held my gaze for a long moment and then nodded. This time she pulled my face to hers, kissing me tenderly and gently, like every move was a word of praise picked especially for me. We moved together slowly, ignoring our racing hearts and focusing on the feel of our mouths against each other, our tongues entwined in the push and pull that was just the start of what we wanted—what we needed.

As she kissed me, I held her in my arms, pressing my chest against her full breasts and savoring every moment when her breath caught or quickened.

I couldn’t remember the last time kissing had felt so intimate, and it seemed like we’d been locked in each other’s arms for an eternity before Addison drew away from me.

“I want you,” she said, her voice raw and needy. “I want you now.”

“Not yet.” I shook my head. If she hadn’t been with a man in a while, there was one thing I knew I had to do before we made love, and I was bursting at the seams to do it.

Slowly, I kissed my way down her body, stopping to massage her tits and suck on the cherry tips of her nipples. She gasped as I released each with a pop and then she whimpered, begging me for more, but there was no chance of that—not this time. Instead, I moved lower, kissing the neat triangle of brown hair above her pussy.

Then, when I was face-to-face with her pretty pink sex, I licked my way along her folds until I found the bundle of nerves at the top.

She yelped, gazing down at me with raised eyebrows, and I grinned back up at her.

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked.

She shook her head and dropped back onto the bed, her hands gripping the comforter on either side of her hips.

“Relax.” I kissed her again, lapping my tongue over her core before finding her nerve center again and coaxing it with my tongue. With my every little move, she quivered, her knees buckling. My cock ached so hard that I was shocked my eyes hadn’t begun to cross, but I couldn’t take her—not yet. Not until she’d come at least once.

With one finger, I pushed inside her and felt the sweet wet warmth I knew was waiting for me there. She was beyond tight, and as I moved my finger in and out, she bucked against me, pushing me deeper, riding me harder. All the while, I kept kissing her, rolling my tongue over her clit, loving every little shake and gasp and moan.

“Oh, Max,” she rasped. “Max, I . . .”

But I didn’t know what she was, because she let out a low moan that grew louder and louder the harder and faster I fucked her with my finger. Her walls jerked and quaked around me, and I pushed another finger inside as she yelped with pleasure.

“Oh my God, I’m, I’m . . .” She gasped.

“Say it, baby. Tell me what you’re feeling,” I muttered, my face still buried between her legs.

“I’m coming so hard,” she said on a whimper. “Don’t stop fucking me, don’t stop. I need your cock. I want you to feel me come.”

Fuck.

Dirty talk slayed me. Who knew Addison had it in her? God, did I want to put something else in her . . .

My cock ached with its own pulse as she rode out the aftershocks against my mouth. I glanced up at her, sorely tempted to climb up and bury myself deep. But I knew that if I fucked her now, there was no chance it would last for as long as I wanted it to. I wanted to know every little whimper and sigh she was capable of.

So I brought her back down slowly, playing with her, lapping at her and teasing her until I felt every last fizzle of her orgasm. When she finally quieted, I moved to her breasts, raking my nails over the tender underside of her curves, and sucked long and deep on her sensitive nipples.

“You have perfect tits,” I murmured, and she ran her fingers through my hair.

“When are you going to stop teasing me?” she asked, tugging on my short locks.

“When it suits me.” I shrugged.

She sat up, dragging my lips away from her, then pressed her core to my throbbing shaft. Moving her body up and down, she whispered, “Please, Max, I want you to fuck me.”

My brain went offline for a second, the wet heat of her deep-frying my thoughts. My dick was like a wild beast now, raging, throbbing, and so heavy with need that it hurt. There would be other times for me to learn every inch of her. I needed to fuck this woman more than I needed my next breath.

Cupping her chin, I moved her lips to mine and kissed her slowly, gently, as I let her back down onto the bed. When her back was against the mattress, I gripped myself and teased her opening, rubbing my thick head around her clit until she writhed beneath me.

“Please,” she gasped as she broke away from my kiss, and I held her face again, gazing deep into her eyes. This was the moment.

After what had felt like forever, Addison was going to be mine, all mine.

Settling back on my haunches, I pulled a condom from the nightstand and rolled it over my aching dick, then teased her again, taking a deep breath before finally, slowly, pushing just the tip inside.

I took her an inch at a time, watching as her eyes widened and her mouth opened into a perfect little o.

“Fuuck, you’re so tight,” I groaned, and she squeezed tighter against me, making me feel like I was going to lose my damn mind.

“You’re so . . .” She panted, then grabbed my face with one hand, pulling me down to kiss her again. “You’re so big,” she whispered against my lips. “You feel so good.”

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