Page 72 of Falling Together

“I prefer to call it driving you wild with need. Making you so damn needy, Cowgirl, that you’ll be begging for it by the time I’m done with you.”

I push the skirt of her dress up so I can kiss up her stomach. It’s the softest swell, but knowing it’s my baby in there makes me so damn possessive of her.

“You’re mine, Georgia,” I tell her.

“Yours, Grant.”

Her voice is dripping with need as I work my lips up higher. I push the dress over her breasts and tease them over the satin material of her bra.

“That feels so good.”

“Are they more sensitive now?” I tweak one nipple between my fingers.

“Yes.”

“Mmm.” I cup the heavy weight, an idea coming to mind, but before I can voice it, Georgia does.

“I want you to fuck them.”

“Hell, yes.”

I crush my mouth against hers. A hunger I’ve never felt boils inside of me as I fight to keep control over my dick. I want everything with this woman. Everything that Georgia will give me.

I drift one hand down below the hem of her underwear and toy with her clit. I want her nice and ready for me. Because I will not stop at fucking her breasts.

I plan on making good use of every minute with her.

And when we wake up in the morning, I plan on doing it all over again.

“Grant…” she moans. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”

“Not yet, Cowgirl.”

Pulling my hand back, I reach over to the nightstand and grab a bottle of lube. I make quick work of shedding all my clothes before peeling Georgia out of hers. Well, almost everything. I leave those cowboy boots on. They drive me fucking wild.

I warm the lube up in my hands before spreading it down my dick and into her cleavage. I’m not in such a hurry that I don’t play with her nipples. Watching her squirm underneath me is the fucking best. I love knowing what I can do to her.

“Are you ready for me?” I ask.

“Yes. Do it.”

I’m careful to keep my weight on my heels as I push my cock through her cleavage. The head bumps her chin as she squeezes her breasts around me. God, it feels fucking amazing.

As I pump my hips, her tongue swipes at the precum beading on my tip. I thread my fingers through her hair to make it easier.

“So fucking good, Georgia.”

She’s playing with her nipples as she keeps the pressure on my cock. Each bump against her chin makes my balls draw up. I’m so fucking close to coming.

“Do I get to taste you tonight?” Georgia asks.

“Fuuuuck.”

That does it. I’m spilling my release all over her neck and chin. She catches some of it in her mouth and it draws out my orgasm.

By the time I collapse next to her, she is a debauched mess. She wastes no time pulling me over for a heated kiss. Her nails drag through my scalp as I taste my release on her tongue.

One hand cups her cheek while the other drifts down to tease her pussy. It’s wet from her own orgasm.