Page 62 of Yours, Finally

"It was great. Incredible, really, for a first time."

A corner of his mouth went up in a lopsided grin. "All I did was pay attention. You have an expressive face. I only regret missing the moment I wanted to see the most. Kissing you through it was good, too, though."

"You'll have another chance." I pulled my arms free from his grasp, and placed them on his chest. "But we should take care of you now."

A soft pink colored his skin. "No. Not here."

"Why? You just got me off."

"There's nothing here. Not even tissues to clean up the mess."

I gave him a feline smile. "We can make it magically disappear."

I grabbed his shirt in my fists, and shifted us to push him against the door.

"Vi. It may not be a good idea."

Fabric still wrinkled in my hands when I lifted my eyes to inspect him. "Will you let me do this? I've fantasized about it, too."

"Fantasized about sucking me off?" His brow furrowed in a harrowed upward frown.

"More than once." I started unbuttoning his shirt. "Did you keep the souvenirs I left you with this morning?"

He nodded. "It's haunted me all day. I could barely concentrate on meetings, knowing I had your lipstick on me."

"Probably ruined your shirt, too."

"Couldn't give a fuck aboutthat."

The marks on his chest had rubbed off slightly from his movements. I pressed my lips to the marks.

"Kiss me, Jake."

He did, his hands locking on my ass and pulling me to him. I dug my hand in my pocket, and stopped the kiss when I found what I wanted.

"Unbuckle for me." I did a big show of taking the lid off the same tube of lipstick I had used in the morning. "I think you should have marks like those in other places, too."

"Yes, ma'am." He rushed with his belt and pants button, his eyes tracking the way I applied more color on my lips.

I gave him my lipstick and he put it in his breast pocket for safekeeping. I lowered to my knees with purpose, just as he took his cock out of his underwear.

"What a pretty dick you have, Jake."

"Tell me more of that and I'll come before you even touch me."

"We can't have that." I gave him a single lick, right on the crown. "Not until I get my way with you."

He groaned. "I'm going to run out of curse words."

"It's all good by me." I gave him several small pecks. "It means you're losing your mind."

"I was taught to do the rosary when I was a kid." His breath hitched when I closed my lips around the head. "I might have to try that to last."

"Don't hold back for me." I put my hands on his thighs. "The quicker you yield, the happier I'll be."

I lifted my eyes at him; he looked down at me with heated eyes and an unbelieving face.

His fingers swam in my hair. "And yet it's you who's on your knees."