He scoops me into his arms and carries me down the hall with purpose. “You’re mine, Adley.”
9
Lincoln
I kick open the door to her bedroom and shove it closed behind us. Without breaking from my mouth, Adley wiggles out of my arms and reaches for my pants. We’re a frenzy of hands and lips and moans as we strip each other out of our clothes.
The touch of her hands gliding over my body drives me insane, and if she doesn’t stop, I’m going to blow my load before I get inside of her.
Grabbing her wrists, I secure them together in my fist behind her back. Her eyes flare to life.
I shouldn’t be surprised that she likes having her wrists restrained. Adley has always been a free spirit in bed, open and willing to try anything, within reason.
“You like that?”
Her lips part, and she nods.
“Not today, okay? But soon I’ll tie you up.”
“Why not today?”
Son of a bitch, she’s going to kill me. Hell if I fucking know why not today. Because I’m an idiot?
“Because there’s something else I want to do, something I’ve wanted to do for a damn long time.”
What I really want is to shove her on the bed, tie her up, and have my wicked way with her. But after yesterday, and watching her with my sister and the kids at Kid Connection, I need to go slow. Today, I’m going to savor her the way I’ve only dreamed of doing. I want to stroke and kiss every inch of her beautiful body, and I’m not going to stop until she begs me to.
“On the bed.”
She pulls her bottom lip gently between her teeth and crawls on the bed.
As I look down at Adley’s round tits begging for my mouth, the delicate curve of her hips leading to the most perfect set of legs, all I can think is mine.
I’ve seen her like this more times than I can count. I know her body like the back of my hand—a roadmap engrained in my brain. But I’ve never had her like this. She’s never truly been mine. Until now. And I’m going to worship her. I’m going to make her forget every man who’s ever touched her.
“Everything okay up there?” Adley asks.
“Perfect.”
Adley reaches for me as I lower myself on top of her. She curls a finger through my hair, cupping the back of my neck as she draws my face toward hers. I slip my tongue between her lips, and when it touches hers, her hips lift off the bed. It’s such a turn-on, knowing I can drive her this crazy with nothing but a kiss.
So I kiss her more deeply and mold my body against hers. My cock is cradled between her thighs, and when I flex my hips, it slides between her wet folds.
With her fist clenched in my hair, she kisses me until my vision blurs. The little sounds she makes are slowly driving me over the edge—the moans and sighs and gasps. And I want to keep kissing her and touching her to see what other sounds she’ll make.
Maybe I can get her to scream.
Her breath comes in harsh pants when I pull my mouth from hers. I bury my face in her neck, burning a trail of kisses into her skin from her ear to her collarbone and then down her chest. When I suck a tight nipple into my mouth, she squirms.
Adley is a tit girl. I could suck her tits all day long, and she’d happily let me. One of these days I’m going to see if I can get her to orgasm from nothing but nipple stimulation.
I run my hand along her outer thigh before dipping it between her legs where I find her warm, wet, and ready.
“Spread your legs a little wider, sweetheart.”
Her hooded eyes blink heavily as her knees fall completely open, allowing enough room for me to settle between her thighs. With an arm hooked under each leg, I tug her body in close.
I can smell her arousal, taste it in the air, and what the fuck am I waiting for?